Y1

The sun will rise again. Swing low, glare in my eyes, with a breath to only slip away just as I was beginning to see clearly. These days pass, they blur the memory of a house, a sign, a smile, a warm summer day when ice melts and beds smell of sweet young love. Like cards strewn on the floor, some face up, some are gone for good, but the haze of smoke and the smell of the night before linger. A bird’s eye view of the past, everyone smiling to the heavens with so much glorious hope. That light is so far away we’ll never get there. But this is the end, a hug apart from the world one last moment to grasp on to, to add to your shelf, to file away in the saddest of all photo albums. It’s blinding me, have faith, blind faith and remember. New home, sweet scents, new beginning – heavy load to bare, sparkling eyes, long days, longer nights, a friendship a door, with picnics in the sky, and adventures on the horizon, fights, loss, comfort, hold your breath hold her close, don’t speak or it’ll end in Hawaiian sunsets with intentions, childish play, sentiment, play me a melody for our lost home, friendship in fear, where was it can you find it now, with wind blown eyes searching for the truth, always looking over your shoulder as one more goes the way of yesterday, did we do it right, was it worth while this passion this transient room, stay don’t ever leave you wont bother me. My family. My life. I can’t see, motionless images frozen in mind spirited away by time, close it close this its getting dark and the cold will soon set in. Hold my hand, the climb is dangerous, and we don’t know what’s on the other end, so jump get away we can play again some other day, just don’t hit the suck button.