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Talking to Roses in the Library
We’re lonely in these books,
The shelves can’t speak to the empty dreams
Fainted to shadows between the lines and we’re. still. alive.
Faded beyond the perfect windows we never, quite, touch.
cans out of grasp
air Falls over hands,
thoughts come last:
the self-owned laughs
thoughts come last:
the self-owned laughs
of a laughable past we deny the children we will never have
Greed for the keen of heart // these windows shine insomniacs
finding forgotten pieces of a love in the back of a subcompact
there was no fluorescence then, just us
there was no flicker then, just us
there was no now, there was no then, just us
there were ridges on mountains I could only dream over timberlines
there were cascades
in rainbows
that wrote
their rhythms
in falling leaves
there were rains that fell from the stars
there were snows that danced freckles on the moon
there was sleep
wake me when September ends
falling from the stars.
I’m
Okay. Perhaps this time
I’ll find prettier words
All the words
come with me,
out of the depths within my walls
All the words,
with my eyes shut since the Day You Left.
This too shall pass.
A leaf in the wind
talking quietly to sad roses.
A song,
for a mother
A song,
for every day
for the river waters that run with the sun
drifting heroes into twilight mornings
I have
no answer
A leaf
in the wind
- The illDefined
