on trees
grace space
round me
as time
still slips
through fragile
memories
the scent
of flowers
jars me from
my dream
through time
still fragile
no ghost
haunts me
9.26.13 (the fireflies dance no more)
those flowers
i spoke too
told me to wait
for early mourning dew
past drunken hours
spent, curled in knots
through withered mem'ry
long forgot
summer's end
the fireflies dance no more
the air it chills
round the step of my door
but light, still, dances
'cross the wooden floor
those flowers, now wilted
remind of words spoken before
i spoke too
told me to wait
for early mourning dew
past drunken hours
spent, curled in knots
through withered mem'ry
long forgot
summer's end
the fireflies dance no more
the air it chills
round the step of my door
but light, still, dances
'cross the wooden floor
those flowers, now wilted
remind of words spoken before
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