Tuesday, May 14, 2019

OUR HOUSE A GENTLE MEMORY

& you are a part of me
as I am a part of you
as we sit somewhere 
inside our house
a gentle memory
of laughter and long talks
i still remember wandering
around inside your grand mind
long walks & the passing of time
the grandfather clock tic's
so swiftly the way life toc's 
but the way your delicate
fingers matched perfectly
intertwined with mine
will always be something
hard to forget
like the way the vine
remembers the grape
full enriched by the sun
long after the harvest
has come
you will always be inside
of one of these rooms
caressed velvet & sunset hues
there in that room
we still sit
legs dangling
staring up at the moon
talking about the world