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but what can I say about you?
my lady full of delicacy and endearment
you are the photograph of a girl from an older age
jumped right out of the frame
come alive before me exactly as I imagined you were
dazzling with youth and life, brimming with beauty
and I was lucky to behold you.
your hands the perfect stalks of lavender
gracing the things they touch with soft caresses and never a hard press
harmonies fall from your laughter
and your hair twirls like the ballerina spinning her finest pirouette
your clothes prim and fair
your scent only manages reminders of dust and homes
and then your voice
consistently collecting the breath of those around you
you walk through the courtyard of ash and sand
and leave only a trail of flawless pavement
but what can I say of your self?
you, the dreamer of made moods
the devout follower of a melody expressed in sheer peace
you can love beyond the stigma of intrusion and the delight of a kindred mind
your clean lines and cooked treats
all expressions of your selfless felicity
you present the chosen with tokens of
careful
precise
planned
emotion that harbors hoards of swelling glee
and pressing guilt with equal ferocity
you, the endless battle of inner corrosion
the violent shaking of a newborn tree
you defy all rules
and collapse despite the steel reinforcements
so you live simultaneously a pillar of morals
and a ruin of acceptance
and how could I tell our tale?
my amazement at even being given a glance
my shock at your eager attention to my words
I could never understand how you could even be alive
let alone be blessed with the opportunity to see it happen
we became paired and every second was bliss
bliss mixed with excitement and nervousness
we were paired and you took so much baseness from my world
suddenly life was light
life was rain in the fall
and art and literature were our bibles
we shared shores and candlelight
preparation and mutual support
I hold here 23 artifacts of your promises
your undying swear that we could always be as we were:
together
but with your declarations notwithstanding,
it still only ever felt like I was the sole one to say a word
I gave you my entire self without making a sound
while you spoke tomes and were still a picture of detachment
then we were away and we managed to stay alive
then we were away again and you were gone
to return as an empty vessel
your real self projected into the future
I was left with the rapidly degrading image of your shell
until you were completely faded and left
and I missed it.
I couldn't see how but I did
one moment you were real and sound and sight
and the next there was a dead blank in your space
I cannot tell you how broken I became
I cannot ever reclaim every shattered piece that fell from within me
and there was no peace.
always embittered barks and jittery motions
but never any peace
once I had torn my eyes away from the dampened earth long enough to see where you had went
it was devilishly easy to find you
you aren't hiding, you are simply over there
my old old fool
you move past my present into the forward future
where you lay cards and tight laughs
bringing with you an absence of muddied humor
but how could we be
where I am the sedimentary rock and you are the flower's pollen
you move away from me
ever alarmingly so until I can see from twenty years away
your flowering garden
when we speak of fools we speak of me
how I could ever be foolish enough to think I was powerful enough to keep you
you are a thing of time
made to move like streams
as you are as old as the mountain
but as young as the sea
flown away through futures to be the time traveller you were supposed to be
and what will I say of what you have left me?
you stay with me here and there
your memory following me forever
in the clear ring of a bell
the soft timber of the breeze
in the yellowing of pages
from here I will always be calling
cooing of the ways you live within me
even after all days have settled and all shadows have been replaced
my lady full of delicacy and endearment
you are the photograph of a girl from an older age
jumped right out of the frame
come alive before me exactly as I imagined you were
dazzling with youth and life, brimming with beauty
and I was lucky to behold you.
your hands the perfect stalks of lavender
gracing the things they touch with soft caresses and never a hard press
harmonies fall from your laughter
and your hair twirls like the ballerina spinning her finest pirouette
your clothes prim and fair
your scent only manages reminders of dust and homes
and then your voice
consistently collecting the breath of those around you
you walk through the courtyard of ash and sand
and leave only a trail of flawless pavement
but what can I say of your self?
you, the dreamer of made moods
the devout follower of a melody expressed in sheer peace
you can love beyond the stigma of intrusion and the delight of a kindred mind
your clean lines and cooked treats
all expressions of your selfless felicity
you present the chosen with tokens of
careful
precise
planned
emotion that harbors hoards of swelling glee
and pressing guilt with equal ferocity
you, the endless battle of inner corrosion
the violent shaking of a newborn tree
you defy all rules
and collapse despite the steel reinforcements
so you live simultaneously a pillar of morals
and a ruin of acceptance
and how could I tell our tale?
my amazement at even being given a glance
my shock at your eager attention to my words
I could never understand how you could even be alive
let alone be blessed with the opportunity to see it happen
we became paired and every second was bliss
bliss mixed with excitement and nervousness
we were paired and you took so much baseness from my world
suddenly life was light
life was rain in the fall
and art and literature were our bibles
we shared shores and candlelight
preparation and mutual support
I hold here 23 artifacts of your promises
your undying swear that we could always be as we were:
together
but with your declarations notwithstanding,
it still only ever felt like I was the sole one to say a word
I gave you my entire self without making a sound
while you spoke tomes and were still a picture of detachment
then we were away and we managed to stay alive
then we were away again and you were gone
to return as an empty vessel
your real self projected into the future
I was left with the rapidly degrading image of your shell
until you were completely faded and left
and I missed it.
I couldn't see how but I did
one moment you were real and sound and sight
and the next there was a dead blank in your space
I cannot tell you how broken I became
I cannot ever reclaim every shattered piece that fell from within me
and there was no peace.
always embittered barks and jittery motions
but never any peace
once I had torn my eyes away from the dampened earth long enough to see where you had went
it was devilishly easy to find you
you aren't hiding, you are simply over there
my old old fool
you move past my present into the forward future
where you lay cards and tight laughs
bringing with you an absence of muddied humor
but how could we be
where I am the sedimentary rock and you are the flower's pollen
you move away from me
ever alarmingly so until I can see from twenty years away
your flowering garden
when we speak of fools we speak of me
how I could ever be foolish enough to think I was powerful enough to keep you
you are a thing of time
made to move like streams
as you are as old as the mountain
but as young as the sea
flown away through futures to be the time traveller you were supposed to be
and what will I say of what you have left me?
you stay with me here and there
your memory following me forever
in the clear ring of a bell
the soft timber of the breeze
in the yellowing of pages
from here I will always be calling
cooing of the ways you live within me
even after all days have settled and all shadows have been replaced