Bent Words

Bent Words

February 09, 2005

In every gentle, crisp Spring breeze
On melted highways and verdant trees
Above the glistening glow of grass
Below the falling stars en masse

Lies the wake of you

With every breath from winter's sigh
In restless children's long kept cry
Across the ocean's ice tipped wave
Amongst the meloncholly grave

Lies the scorn of you

Beside the dusty, hard packed trail
Within the deepest mug of ale
Of all companions right and real
Behind the lines of grounded heels

Lies the heart of you

About this moment's hesitation
Amid the founding trepidation
Before the silence begins to grow
Past the memories that we'll stow

Lies the last of you

Once the rose has lost its dew
Upon the strengthened sun of June
After sheets have lost their scent
For every morning that we've spent

Lies the depth of you

Written at 5:04 p.m.