Let them have their moment
you might say
the visions of old loves turn before you
in the bedroom of your day
you might say
on a sultry afternoon
in the bedroom of your day
in the atlas of your mind
on a sultry afternoon
memory travels its own lost roads
in the atlas of your mind
away from fading light
memory travels its own lost roads
where words are always kind and sweet
away from fading light
away from spirals of realities
where words are always kind and sweet
in a constant time
away from spirals of realities
away from deeps and highs
in a constant time
the visions of old loves turn before you
away from deeps and highs.
Let them have their moment.
(c) Cecilia Reid Driscoll 2010
Procrastination glorified! (I am supposed to be cleaning my room, which really means sorting and filing my stack of bedside notes/journals/to-do lists/budlets of poems.) Okay, moment's over. : )
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