whatever tomorrow brings
Apr. 3rd, 2009 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I never said it was a good poem. It's rough, it's uneven, it's ugly but it's honest. And for that reason alone, I want to remember it. This is for Nic, for Shan, for the few. They know who they are.
catch my letters in a butterfly net,
try to pin them down but they flutter
into place on their own, wistful and
begging for you to just let them go,
to just trust them to lead you in the
right direction, despite the mist that
has covered your eyes.
and they fly, they still, they fall
into words and phrases that you
can't bear to look at, that you cover
with your hand, force your eyes to
the sky. but the words, they burn,
they are persistent and with that
same dull doubt you put your hands
to your sides, cast down your eyes
and read:
'forever is a notion that we will never
understand, something we will never
live to see. but for now, it's enough
just to know that I've got you and
you've got me'
catch my letters in a butterfly net,
try to pin them down but they flutter
into place on their own, wistful and
begging for you to just let them go,
to just trust them to lead you in the
right direction, despite the mist that
has covered your eyes.
and they fly, they still, they fall
into words and phrases that you
can't bear to look at, that you cover
with your hand, force your eyes to
the sky. but the words, they burn,
they are persistent and with that
same dull doubt you put your hands
to your sides, cast down your eyes
and read:
'forever is a notion that we will never
understand, something we will never
live to see. but for now, it's enough
just to know that I've got you and
you've got me'
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Date: 2009-04-04 05:23 am (UTC)<3
this is amazing.
btw, I've been thinking about your last poem a bit. and it came to mind that rivers always flow back to the ocean.