Posted by Atticus on January 2, 2006, at 16:31:37
Hair like spider’s silk
Caught in the sunshine’s milk
Of a late winter afternoon,
Splayed across your neck
Like a comet’s flecks,
It won’t be seen again too soon.
Haley’s Lover streaks through my mind
And the glowing embers seem so kind
That I whistle a gypsy’s tune,
Stored nectar from spring’s blooms,
Cling to the thought
“It’s just a matter of time.”City’s all sharp edges,
Steel and concrete wedges,
Concealing from me divine signs,
They proclaim “One Way,”
“No Exit” they say,
But I ignore their rusted lines
Spray-painted on cold steel,
Hieroglyphs that cannot feel,
Still I’d be in deep shock
To see your cornsilk locks,
Hear starling flocks
Cry, “It’s a matter of time.”I wade through cold spray
On a damp New Year’s Day,
I wonder what can remind
You of what I had to say
On a summer’s wedding day,
Or have you just left it behind?
I long so for your arms,
And your Virginian’s charms
That I can’t see life any other way.
This time I pray you’ll stay,
But know below twilight’s gray,
“It’s not a matter of time.”
poster:Atticus
thread:594419
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