there's one thousand
thousand leaves
beautiful in infancy
from outreached arms
bottlegreen glass where clearly
what we were was luminous
naive and happy
and the burn to follow
sanguine crimson alight
throughout my mind
like feathers through fireworks
a great cheer
and then naught
and still
and sleep
and white
and once again
your arms reaching still
cold now
the little lights all gone
robed in muted monochrome
the little lights all gone
please don't forget me.
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
there's one thousand
thousand leaves
beautiful in infancy
from outreached arms
bottlegreen glass where clearly
what we were was luminous
naive and happy
and the burn to follow
sanguine crimson alight
throughout my mind
like feathers through fireworks
a great cheer
and then naught
and still
and sleep
and white
and once again
your arms reaching still
cold now
the little lights all gone
robed in muted monochrome
the little lights all gone
please don't forget me.
