Autumn never seemed so dull
it's colors washed over like a street sign in the rain
She could remember her first look of him
blackness in the shadows somehow deeper than her smile
And the world stopped turning for just a moment
If brilliance could be measured in days
he would have lived forever
but the cars travel the wet streets without him
and the world moves past the place he fell
leaving him like dust under a rug
Autumn never seemed so dull
it's colors washed over like a street sign in the rain
She could remember Tuesdays by the lake
day dreams across an apple core
As the rain tattered against the window paine
Were we always so jaded?
Bare backed and broken
like an infinite number of impossibilities
scattered across a frozen pond
and they never spoke in the whispers
that betrayal speaks in
lost in the last snow fall
a bitter bearer knows no sound
beneath the broken wings of fireflies
who's twilight dimmed long ago
they forgot to see us, Ophelia bound
while the water beneath ice still moved
frozen faces through clouded glass
and they never spoke in the whispers
that betrayal speaks in
They never spoke in the whispers.
They never spoke at all.
Sometimes we forget to win
when the world seems to be made
of twists and turns
when time means nothing
but a change of days,
and the repetition of times
we thought we've lost.
We've seen love laugh
in the face of death
and the faces of our friends
turned foe and back again
And yet all that seems important
is the memory of your face in the sunlight
your laughter like the breeze in the trees
while you watched me from beyond
the veil of your clouded memories.
Unable to reach me.
And beneath the calm of deepening water,
we floated freely as children,
believing that the planet would hold us
suspended in it's timeless embrace.
But above the calm of a quickening sea,
the fires of blackened hearts
made waves among the stars,
raining blood down upon
our faith whitened hands;
raining fear down opon
our shattered lives.
In the darkness we lost one to the world,
leaving us shattered and boundless,
leaving one of us alone in a crowd
leaving us standing in the shadows
of the light she left behind.
But while the power of faith;
in love; in friendship;
couldn't rewind the hurt of so many years,
I remember our youth falling like
winter on paned glass
we could see into it,
but never quite touch it
because we knew at an early age
that things weren't as easy
as they once appeared to be.
Not even the depths of dusty books
could free us from the strange
and bitter restraints that
bound us to the fates of gods.
But the delicate shadow of attachment
held our hands together
through the thick and the thin
never releasing us until
we could hold up on our own.
I can see us clearly now
kneeling in the pools of tears
shed over friends lost
picking up our pieces;
putting them back together
And somehow I love you more
then
the candles were as you left them
unlit, and dusty from disuse
spiders had made their webs between
the arms of your candelabras
and an intrepid dancer
danced circles over your floor
more then once
wandered your halls alone
to find you
and she picked up your pieces
when they were thrown away
humming songs from your pipe organ
as she looked at her haunted reflection
in your broken mirrors
The fire light showed just enough
of the secrets they keep
of the things they've shared
or are scared to say when the world
watches them with judgemental eyes
whispering of the things they've yet to do
despite the yearning in their souls.
He thinks she seems made of water in the moon light
her hair like a highway of stars
and her eyes the color of the ice glazed sea
and for her he holds the world on his shoulders
a modern day atlas with deep chocolate eyes
and a sweet caramel center.
between the two of them a smile could say everything
if only they were programmed to read between the lines
of an earnest brow or beneath a hooded