Twisting thoughts into tunnels
Bending memories into mimes
It’s been quite a while
Since the last time I rhymed.
It was in this ancient diary
I found from days of old
Where I dreamt about my dreams
Weaving secrets into gold
Here I wrote of the dying sun
And the afterlife of moons
I tried to rhyme starry-eyed stars
With dusty afternoons
Meter keys are rusty now
Free verse scoffs at these lines
Because it’s been quite a while
Since I tried to rhyme a rhyme.
Remember boundless possibility?
The certainty that life would be
A blade of grass, an open field
A panoramic view of destiny
This wanderlust, like sunray dust
Shines through every cursive line
Between college essays and status updates
I lost that old, elusive rhyme.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 12:41 PM UTC
Twisting thoughts into tunnels
Bending memories into mimes
It’s been quite a while
Since the last time I rhymed.
It was in this ancient diary
I found from days of old
Where I dreamt about my dreams
Weaving secrets into gold
Here I wrote of the dying sun
And the afterlife of moons
I tried to rhyme starry-eyed stars
With dusty afternoons
Meter keys are rusty now
Free verse scoffs at these lines
Because it’s been quite a while
Since I tried to rhyme a rhyme.
Remember boundless possibility?
The certainty that life would be
A blade of grass, an open field
A panoramic view of destiny
This wanderlust, like sunray dust
Shines through every cursive line
Between college essays and status updates
I lost that old, elusive rhyme.
13.8.2010
