winter

i am driving away through the night and the rain is knocking softly on a million doors.
i am walking away from my childhood love, leave the fallen autumn leafs behind, a pattern of red golden harmony, a swirl of memories collecting and making their way into the darkness of the wet ground.
i am walking away from my young love, leaving a trail of tears in the winds, cross the bridges and run from the fires, i face my true love in the wake of sweet mornings and then fall asleep alone.

i knew when i left how far i had already gone. the goodbyes mature, contained, stripped of their inherent magic, his little girl soft breathing beauty, waiting for sleep.
i am leaving and it is good, our summer went by and we had our moments of truth, like dew drop beads on a necklace of green shimmering blades of grass. music fills the air and my own personal stories fade into the night.

somethings just can't be told without wearing their magic out

past winters gather at the floor like puddles of melted emotions, ripe with colors and scents and moments. it was cold, and we got closer, friends came in and left their marks and my heart shrank and got wide and sacrificed.


if i could, i would hold everything back, i would give you everything, i would walk the line perfectly straight and lose myself in your eyes, your pale blue eyes, i wouldn't linger, no, no, i would patiently open my wings and wait for the winds of fate and faith lift me up and carry me to our destinations, i would wear your name on my lips like a sacred secret, i would rip my heart out and plant it in your gardens, if i only knew, if i only knew, who you were and where and if you
wouldn't be intimidated
by the true
me