Time moves backward slowly In a gentle arc With the kindest eyes That only see what you make real And what you feel As you you trace your fingers Along the soft edges Suspended by the finest threads That are gone the very moment You realize they are there
Images merge together Details fade Though I can remember, much has been lost Clouded thoughts in a crowded place
static and silence flickered waves of blue ghosts trapped in kinescope an eerie image coming through strain to hear the voices cheeks and fingers tingle hot and pluck at pedals for my fortune she loves me not she loves me not.
To anyone who has it, this must be deafening.
And all that comes after, after the laughter, when you can’t hold your breath for one more second, and all the world is turning blue, is you. All that’s left is you.
I’ve been a fool – stumbling in search of light where there is no light, listening for a voice I have long since forgotten. I’ve been a dreamer – believing others believe like me, thinking I can find a place to fit in their world. I’ve been a fool – and everywhere there is silence.
and the light kicks up some dust around my heart like in the beginning just before we were
breath rises like prayers for the new year as we set our faces like flints with hope to the promise of spring
Before we fell You could hear the crashing down As we stood among those who thought It could never happen to us