Danielle Ward Poems
|4.||Better To Have Loved You At All||3/14/2009|
|5.||Eternally. Always. Forever.||3/15/2009|
|6.||As I Lay My Head To Rest.||3/24/2009|
|7.||Written In The Stars.||4/9/2009|
|8.||My Words Are Words.||4/11/2009|
|9.||When We Were Friends.||4/19/2009|
|10.||Holding Hands Is A Complicated Business.||4/19/2009|
|13.||There Will Be A Time||5/14/2009|
|14.||If All The World Should Fall Apart (For Chris.)||5/22/2009|
|15.||To Follow In His Wake (Ode To Clare Abshire)||6/24/2009|
|16.||The Rainbow That Cries.||3/30/2009|
|17.||This Path Called Love.||7/12/2009|
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These wheels are fast.
Beneath my feet the pavement slides away,
A table cloht jerked from under glass.
Wobbling, on unbalanced legs.
When the world blurs past in a stream,
And you wonder how and what it means,
You're racing past faces and leaving them
The wheels roll on, an everturning circle.
I hold your arms and then your hands and then your fingers...
The Rainbow That Cries.
The river is clean, rippled, liquid glass,
I see a reflection that is not my own.
A mirror, a ghost of you. Me.
The world has not changed -
The trees still reach with yearning arms towards the empty sky.
The wind still moans, tired, losing it's way.
There is still a day. Still a night.
Still time that tumbles, carries me away, too fast,
A pulse too fast to live.