Treasure Island

cameron bird

(march 11,1991 / Carrollton, Texas)

petals


The petals float downwards
Into the drifting river onwards
Farther and farther out of reach
And I cry silently as they leave

I am barely holding on
To this room, to this night.
I have postponed the fight
To stare to where they have gone.

The petals float downwards
Into the drifting river onwards
And I want them back
In a world of shaky truth
This is fact, I want them back

The petals float silently downwards
From a dying lilac, tears go with them
Into the drifting river onwards

Submitted: Thursday, September 06, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, April 05, 2011

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  • Alison Cassidy (9/7/2007 3:04:00 AM)

    This is a most evocative piece with a flowing rhythm that enhances its melancholy. Bitter/sweet beauty. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

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