Sep 14, 2010

fare..well..

dreamy clouds pass along blue skies.
a little too fast.
for the children that play they make way.

joyously
and without weight
memories are made
in front of grim buildings.

like a smile in night.

like a bright warm sun in a dark sky.

like branches by leaves embraced.

so

they provide shade.

protect from night.

and give way.

u n i

tried to run from the shadows.
like righteous thieves
have tried to run from the gallows.
by squeezing rays of joy
from a hopeless existence.

and just like we knew they would
the shadows grew bigger.
and just like we knew we would
we paid a price.

defiantly
scratching our names.


outside
crooked shaped hearts.

inside trees.

yet over time
these warm memories grew dry

and old.

and hard

and fragile

and cold.

and before long.

comformity
chopped them down.




in my heart they remain
real.

unconformed.

unsold.

and unchanged.


and


sometimes i look back
and see walls
once bright red
even in the shade
turn gray
before my eyes.
before the wind blows softly again.

gently carrying memories
for the future to hold..

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