Feb 21, 2006 22:24
If only we could meet
Under more serene circumstances.
Maybe on a bed so big
You can't see the edges
With fluffed down pillows
All covered and wrapped
Around shiny pink satin
With the smell of rose pedals in the air,
The hills rolling soft and white in the distance.
Embracing, igniting, flickering out.
Instead we brave the elements,
Pilgrims alone amongst acrid trees,
The frigid night with her uncompromising
Winds and the icy ground shuffling our feet.
And for what?
A brain teaser...
An excitement and wonder
Lost in childhood
Regained briefly,
Promptly and efficiently filed
Under
"Important."
xo Charles