A TIME THAT WAS FOREVER/WEARING SOMEONE ELSE'S CLOTHES
…and you said i was there before you came
wearing someone else’s clothes/in the time of forever/when dogs could
talk
talk
we were in the center of the universe you were my friend
i was yours’ mornings drifted into afternoons/we were sailing
on an uncharted sea blue and green we talked of all things
on an uncharted sea blue and green we talked of all things
crammed our thoughts/into the little-jeweled bag/got them out
one by one held them to the light we exchanged these gifts
flew through the open window our craft a small sailing ship for two
we had no idea there would be a cost a price to pay the sun moved
the light created new shadows/from the pink house/that would soon
disappear
disappear
two young girls our innocence bare we had not learned to read signs
we were bound no longer free we counted the empty mason jars
your breast rising & falling as we considered the issues of the day
humming as the water boiled you made the tea
set the tray best porcelain cups we talked of music
literature and art you were my friend i was yours’
full of what we knew unaware of what we didn’t each day
we thought something wonderful was about to happen often it did
we didn't know then/ we should have been on our knees/begging for mercy
had no idea/ the sand was slipping from under our feet/ through the glass
lost forever no way to retrieve/ later there would be no time to spare
time in its flight passes quickly two young girls
full of themselves soon enough we found our grooves
old women now/looking back at our lives/treasuring the time you were my
friend
we thought something wonderful was about to happen often it did
we didn't know then/ we should have been on our knees/begging for mercy
had no idea/ the sand was slipping from under our feet/ through the glass
lost forever no way to retrieve/ later there would be no time to spare
time in its flight passes quickly two young girls
full of themselves soon enough we found our grooves
old women now/looking back at our lives/treasuring the time you were my
friend
i was yours in a time that was forever wearing someone else’s clothes
June 3, 2017
10 comments:
This is so beautiful, a nostalgic reverie on a golden time long past, I can see those two young girls. I love the porcelain teacups! My grandma used to use them. We dont see them often any more.
That was enthralling.
ZQ
Oh, you take me back to those long ago days when I was young....and used to look at life just like that! How quickly the time goes!
I particularly enjoyed this part: "we talked of all things
crammed our thoughts/into the little-jeweled bag/got them out
one by one held them to the light we exchanged these gifts" because I really like the imagery of thoughts being crammed into a bag and then being taken out, one-by-one as though they are precious gifts to be held up to the light and exchanged as though they are gifts. Because, really, all of us should have at least one friend who thinks our thoughts are gifts!
Splendid to read over and over, as usual. I hope you are well, friend, warm greetings!
I have a friend like that. No matter the amount of time that passes, when we do connect, we promptly start bringing out those small jewels and gift them to one another.
Elizabeth
You had me at the title. This is a wonderful walk down memory lane.
"the sand was slipping from under our feet/ through the glass" how you've captivated truth here!...
I picture two sisters.. perhaps despite age and storms the bond is still strong - i do hope so xo
Good days, when two young girls would discuss literature and art ...
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