Absent Minded
Metaphor
The wind blows through the curtains
Whiter lace embracing the shape of the wind.
The last snowflake melts.
The flame burns on.
Butterfly wings behind the glass
Something left behind at the jewelery store
forgotten, but taken by another.
The clouds, the fog,
The thunder, the rain,
The lightning. The door left open
Two flashes in a row
yes i know you want to speak with me
and i listen to the rain
Are you trying to tell me something?
the thunder claps
rolling away and back
giving me a sign
the thunder returns
the lightning strikes
The wind blows through the rain
Unlike the beauty of the curtain
The last raindrop dries
The flame burns on.
The wise man, the wizard
the army, the fire
something taken from the art store,
remembered and taken by another
the elder, the soldier
The bride and the storm
The window shuts
The curtain floats
rises and falls
the lightning no thunder
silenced
once and for all
The curtain falls
elegantly dancing down
The music at the flower shop
The diamonds at the catering service
the instruments at the bridal shop
the man we dreampt about
The rain stops
Are you talking to me?
Give me a sign
The curtain settles
the light outside
the birds chirp
The flame burns on
The bat hears the cricket
The moth rises from heat
The chandelier behind the weatherman
the twelve clocks at the butcher shop
and the candles
in the one place they don't belong.
Whiter lace embracing the shape of the wind.
The last snowflake melts.
The flame burns on.
Butterfly wings behind the glass
Something left behind at the jewelery store
forgotten, but taken by another.
The clouds, the fog,
The thunder, the rain,
The lightning. The door left open
Two flashes in a row
yes i know you want to speak with me
and i listen to the rain
Are you trying to tell me something?
the thunder claps
rolling away and back
giving me a sign
the thunder returns
the lightning strikes
The wind blows through the rain
Unlike the beauty of the curtain
The last raindrop dries
The flame burns on.
The wise man, the wizard
the army, the fire
something taken from the art store,
remembered and taken by another
the elder, the soldier
The bride and the storm
The window shuts
The curtain floats
rises and falls
the lightning no thunder
silenced
once and for all
The curtain falls
elegantly dancing down
The music at the flower shop
The diamonds at the catering service
the instruments at the bridal shop
the man we dreampt about
The rain stops
Are you talking to me?
Give me a sign
The curtain settles
the light outside
the birds chirp
The flame burns on
The bat hears the cricket
The moth rises from heat
The chandelier behind the weatherman
the twelve clocks at the butcher shop
and the candles
in the one place they don't belong.
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