In springtime first I spied you fair
and lovely as a fleeting dream...
The pavement their pitch
a busker and an addict...
As trees keep falling
The sound they make would be us...
In days gone by the wind blew soft and new,
Just like a lover’s soft caressing kiss...
If my heart was a rose
Would it be as black as the ashes of your love...
A musty shoebox
letters tied with faded bow...
With measured verse, I tried to make you hear
But meter fell to unromantic yards...
I think you were the view.
You gave these heights...
Ticking seconds ticking fast
Leaves comfortable sameness in The Past...
You've been eating away
at my conscience for a decade...
Into the ether and into the night
I tried to escape and to make this all right...
The elephant and seesaw really tried,
Oh why, he said, will you not work for me...