I see you sitting opposite me
In the café I couldn't find.
All this flashing time concealed within.
Life carved a few more shallow lines of laughter around your smiling eyes.
Small flutters of emotion play so slightly on the harp of my nerves.
Not the once great rushing torrents I had.
Unwanted and alone.
Your kiss was a tonic.
A sweet poison.
Addictive and stupifying.
I will always respond to your touch
I will akways want it.
The river tgat flows between us is wooshing and whirling with joy, pain and sorrow.
Deafing to me
Silent to you.
You stand at the opposite bank
Moored with experience and knowledge.
And I gaze at you
I see your past through my merky minds eye.
Dumbfounded by youth.
Your crossing, each stone layed a loss, a fling, an insipid mistake.
You crossed to the otherside.
"Come, come" you call
"Join me" you beacon
But I am only learning to lay the stones for my bridge.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 6:10 AM UTC
I see you sitting opposite me
In the café I couldn't find.
All this flashing time concealed within.
Life carved a few more shallow lines of laughter around your smiling eyes.
Small flutters of emotion play so slightly on the harp of my nerves.
Not the once great rushing torrents I had.
Unwanted and alone.
Your kiss was a tonic.
A sweet poison.
Addictive and stupifying.
I will always respond to your touch
I will akways want it.
The river tgat flows between us is wooshing and whirling with joy, pain and sorrow.
Deafing to me
Silent to you.
You stand at the opposite bank
Moored with experience and knowledge.
And I gaze at you
I see your past through my merky minds eye.
Dumbfounded by youth.
Your crossing, each stone layed a loss, a fling, an insipid mistake.
You crossed to the otherside.
"Come, come" you call
"Join me" you beacon
But I am only learning to lay the stones for my bridge.
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