Abandoned In Spirals
What soft music ceases now? Falls softly from petals of snow like drifted wind? When the rainbow lost its fire the colors dribbled slowly down the sky— Where were you then when I needed you most? No sparkling memories or charged dreams Only this quiet, this enduring sense of space like the black spiral of the universe that coils me still further from you I know you, your moods: You can only twist so far before you will break When the pieces shatter and the old boots of humanity grind them to dust who will come crawling from the woodwork to find you and return you to your glory? Who will be there to repaint the rainbow? Answer me that and we shall go soft blossom to petal, you and I through this sadness we call life Until then I must see realism from my pillow All this time—these days stretched like pearls on a necklace I made for you— This future—this colorless day called forever— stretches on too far for my fingers to snatch I can taste the sunrise, see music hanging in the air— For now, the soft music and your smile