Time and Memory

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 12, 2018

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Submitted: September 12, 2018



Under my arms, a cozy blanket of stars- wake up to your pillow. 

The night stalks and shivers. 

The moon painted blue pouring through the shades like a waterfall over your face, 

And I see your Weeping Willow.


Time stops and dithers, cracks your picture.  

All I want is to fix your broken window so I can see through what I’ve done to you. 

The earth quakes and quivers, falls away beneath my feet. 

You finally turn and look at me.


After everything, 

A mist of a summer breakdown- you still wrap your arms around me, 

Like a warm rainbow after the rain, reaching through to save me from the shadows. 

I am a victim of my own disease: the swarm of bees that sting just so I can breathe. 

But under the secrets of the sleepy tree, it’s just your broken heart and me.


You are the breeze, the bird that sings: 

A savior of the stormy things that are happening. 

Wake up to your image, 

Arms wrapped around the walls I’ve put in place, 

Like vines of grace wrapped around my debris. 

You sway me with your safety wings. 

When I look into your face, you are everything.

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