Monday, May 6, 2013
Since we met last there are things I want to remember
About how we first met, about how the air smelled, about the touch of a tablecloth
So that I can lock in these memories
Sew them into the fabric of a moment
Surround them with love, hold fast these treasures
So I will always remember.....
Wishing for retrival
Standing on a precipice
A long time ago I was the future
Swaying in the broken promises so readily available
Immersed the seed of tomorrow rises through sheer conviction
Descended through collective effort to memories
Shattered by being unable to correct the errors
Holding onto the first thing we remember......