It begins
Its blowing in from electric wind.
The smell.
Your fingers , they taste.
The wind,It remembers.
Wrapped in familiar by it .
Tucked away the memories explode.
My heart , its exposed again.
It takes precious healed moments
time lifted on scented memories
blood rushing waves of stone
It surrounds me.
Its familiar.
Its you ...Always, it is you.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
It begins
Its blowing in from electric wind.
The smell.
Your fingers , they taste.
The wind,It remembers.
Wrapped in familiar by it .
Tucked away the memories explode.
My heart , its exposed again.
It takes precious healed moments
time lifted on scented memories
blood rushing waves of stone
It surrounds me.
Its familiar.
Its you ...Always, it is you.
