*Apprehension, tucked in heart's intuition
love grows old and insignificant
once upon a time there
was felicitous anticipation
This plight haunts my memory's spirit
captured within guilt's sunlight
windows upon my soul,
now darkly tinged contemplation
Pensive thoughts rain hit or miss through
a frosted window pain
sad cricket sounds remind me of an old rhythm
when poetry still rhymed ~
Winds blow by, arresting breath
as growing older fades star's night
wise man once told me, believe in
the angels of your own fateful heart
We used to dance in well versed harmony
bluebirds never sang of stormy endings
and there was no such thing
as 'once upon a' in time*
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
*Apprehension, tucked in heart's intuition
love grows old and insignificant
once upon a time there
was felicitous anticipation
This plight haunts my memory's spirit
captured within guilt's sunlight
windows upon my soul,
now darkly tinged contemplation
Pensive thoughts rain hit or miss through
a frosted window pain
sad cricket sounds remind me of an old rhythm
when poetry still rhymed ~
Winds blow by, arresting breath
as growing older fades star's night
wise man once told me, believe in
the angels of your own fateful heart
We used to dance in well versed harmony
bluebirds never sang of stormy endings
and there was no such thing
as 'once upon a' in time*
