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A Vision from the Doldrums
I recall an entire world
that used to exist as aromatically real
as fresh rain grass drying in the emerging sunlight
and you could live it
I remember picture booth photographs
of pretty, happy girls, and boys just too joyous to care
they have their arms around each other
and the girl is the fairer of the two
I can see dream filled nights
and soggy mornings that thought they were in love
a pair of lips touching an old picture
that had been stained brown from being handled
As i watched two bold kids
who've carved up both of their souls
and foresworn that they will hold the pieces forever
remaining joined at the fingertips
They had no memory of the future
of sharped-edged words that severed tired, weak ones
that were forged to hold
the intertwined pieces of each other together
They would drift apart
And sometimes in the upper Western sunny sky
my pupils take in an apparation of that world
but its so bright
i've got to look away
think about exceptions why you make such universal statements.
stephen,this is an exquisite poem,i think i know what it means but id like to be sure,do you think you could email me telling me what you wrote it to mean?i know sometimes it degraces a poem to explain it but id like to know.why are you a disgrace to heterosexual males?lol ttyl.
~*Guinevere*~