Poetry For Everyday People
Getting Through A Night
Night's melting
in my eyes
as your memories,
my head lays
on the pillow
saying goodbye
to a day gone by,
goodbye to a friend
gone forever,
I try to think
of good times, laughter,
moments that seemed possible
yesterday and no longer can be new,
nights melting
in my eyes
as your memories,
I wish, I had a filing
system, but I'm afraid
it's random, my mind pulls
out what I don't expect,
then leaves me to deal with it,
my pillow seems a secret ear
that hears all my thoughts, seen
all my dreams, yet still seems to wanna
comfort me, no matter the images, and I
lay there trying to think of poems, friends,
the love sleeping next to me,
I get up, to write, to breath, to deal,
walk around the house in the dark remembering,
not only my friend anymore, everything, from childhood
to now,
walking around the house at three a.m.
my mind whispering in my head, I look outside
at our little front garden, a bird bath full
of moon lit water, jasmine covered arbor, and
one magnificent yellow rose that seemed perfectly
magical in the night,
and I took out crayons, one fax paper, Scissors, started to
make a blue ribbon, I put a little hole in it, got a
garbage bag tie, and I went outside, wrapped it around the
yellow rose, seemed right, life's short and we should honor
it's beauty,
night's melting
in my eyes
as your memories,
you would've thought I was a freak
for doing this.
in my eyes
as your memories,
my head lays
on the pillow
saying goodbye
to a day gone by,
goodbye to a friend
gone forever,
I try to think
of good times, laughter,
moments that seemed possible
yesterday and no longer can be new,
nights melting
in my eyes
as your memories,
I wish, I had a filing
system, but I'm afraid
it's random, my mind pulls
out what I don't expect,
then leaves me to deal with it,
my pillow seems a secret ear
that hears all my thoughts, seen
all my dreams, yet still seems to wanna
comfort me, no matter the images, and I
lay there trying to think of poems, friends,
the love sleeping next to me,
I get up, to write, to breath, to deal,
walk around the house in the dark remembering,
not only my friend anymore, everything, from childhood
to now,
walking around the house at three a.m.
my mind whispering in my head, I look outside
at our little front garden, a bird bath full
of moon lit water, jasmine covered arbor, and
one magnificent yellow rose that seemed perfectly
magical in the night,
and I took out crayons, one fax paper, Scissors, started to
make a blue ribbon, I put a little hole in it, got a
garbage bag tie, and I went outside, wrapped it around the
yellow rose, seemed right, life's short and we should honor
it's beauty,
night's melting
in my eyes
as your memories,
you would've thought I was a freak
for doing this.
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Getting Through A Night
Getting Through A Night
