stop.
and remember the way the world was –
when the weightless wonder of clouds
was magic beyond your ken.
when fireworks were tiny exploding suns
pure fey fire from across the night sky.
when hope was a kite string in your hand
thirsty for the stirring of a soaring wind.
when love was more than this ache
smoldering hollowly and unanswered in us all.
May 18, 2011
May 18, 2011 at 5:48 PM UTC
stop.
and remember the way the world was –
when the weightless wonder of clouds
was magic beyond your ken.
when fireworks were tiny exploding suns
pure fey fire from across the night sky.
when hope was a kite string in your hand
thirsty for the stirring of a soaring wind.
when love was more than this ache
smoldering hollowly and unanswered in us all.
