Treasure Island

B.B. Loring

(October 24,1995 / Maine, United States)

Your Castles Are Crumbling


I am in your castle
sitting in the chandelier-
You say this thing is falling
but that I cannot see-

I said you were remarkable
You said there is
nothing to remark-
I said you are my paragon
you say there is
no such thing-

You say I could not fathom
that I have not the days to read
though when you were in my place
you believed in what I would be
but then, I had my wings-

I am in your castle
You say this is a hotel lobby
I am sitting in the chandelier
waiting for your eyes
before I use up
all my film-

You say I see in black and white
I say it is the only way to see-
When you were in my place
you believed in me
like someone believes in a God
that they can never see-

Submitted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013
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