Wednesday, 9 April 2014

When my eyes close

We shared quaint philosophies
About the moon
Over a quiet drink or two
Running down old memories
Your head on my shoulder
My heart racing in my chest

If I ever wanted time to stand still
That would be the time
As we waxed lyrical
Around a myriad of subjects
Comfortable with familiarity
Thrilling in new discovery

Oh, that perfect moment
Maybe now touched rose with
A nostalgic hue
Nonetheless, a moment cherished
Enough to bring a slow smile
Before a fresh wave of sadness

Now the moon sits full and heavy
Silver halo on a bed of dark clouds
My reflection is sober, introspective
In pain I count the long hours
And yet, when my eyes eventually close
I will dream of you again

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