Sweet 6:15 Still…Posted: July 23, 2014
All that surrounds me seems well adjusted,
And the harmonious silence of the night stirs up recollections;
Wherein I hear your heartbeat.
The sweetest music, the softest drumbeat.
Remember when I used to rest my head beneath your breast with my ear
Listening to your rhythm?
When all that mattered was us,
When we risked everything;
When it was worth living.
Even these winter beaten trees still manage generosity and give me air,
So please give me something so I know you’re still there…
Because although I live, it’s for nothing if not for you…
What’s the purpose of a life of imprisoned passions?
Yet there’s hope of flowering for the tree when the seasons change,
Hope that the stars will once again light up the sky when the clouds clear.
But does that spell hope for us?
Every one seems better matched
Because you’re not next to…
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