Trifid Nebula

by The Princess   Mar 27, 2011


(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair,
taking off my shoes
and returning
to the old neighborhood
we grew up in

I dream of a handful
of our lost childish dreams
and childish frights
when we'd sneak into
abandoned houses,
hide from the old
tooth-less man
and hold our breath
as he shouts
endless threats
of how he'd tell our parents
and how the house was alive
and hungry

Oh, how do I long
to walk the soils of childhood again
with you.)

---

We've lost some of our innocence
we've changed;

Neither will you return
to compare my eyes
to Trifid Nebula

nor will we once again believe
in miracles till illusion,
in love till rebellion
and in dreams
till foolishness

The future we once measured
in light years
has outlived us

As we sat
in our separate balconies
you, painting a sky without a sun
and me, a sun without light

Do you still go back to
these ancient houses?
walk among the ruins alone?
visit the old man's grave
and curse as you trip over
the uneven broken roads
you once knew so well?

you told me once that
all roads lead to Rome
and all rivers pour into
the same ocean

yet we grew to understand
differently

for, after all, it was
lovers that roads swallow
not paths

(I dream, sir, of the routes to you
and my childhood
for reality has destroyed the virtuous cities
in me and you)

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*Trifid Nebula: A 'stellar nursery' full of embryonic stars, it is where new stars are born.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Acoustic Odyssey

    I find myself connecting to this piece more now then I did those years ago. Innocence, childhood...love. Such a prominent atmosphere when you're young. It's incredible sometimes how we forsake things in the name of "adulthood."

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  • 12 years ago

    by Acoustic Odyssey

    A beautiful story of young love, of first love. When we're younger, love seems to provoke such an innocent curiosity. And then life strikes down the fantasy as we get older. I really appreciate this piece, really took me back. Wonderfully penned, and much enjoyed.
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    by Cindy

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