The Only Thing I Know - Poem by Judith Vriesema
the only thing I know....
carriage lights dimming the sound of church bells that echo in the square.
Time slices half the pie..
and the past rushes across lines
of sleigh bells.
The only thing that I know
rushing past nordic lines and moss covered rocks
that plays music
and echoes of songs that i once composed in my head
you stood in the middle of ice storms
from rainbows strewn across jagged rocks.
White sheets are hung to dry
on a clothesline
within a storm
of words and emotions
taut the line
you and me.
The space of words
fills the void.
The wind tosses the memory back and forth
and paths now grown wild.
My bronte lies in echoes of time
the pages passing through a rhythm of notes
upon a canvas we both created.
And I ran with the abstract
you ran with the podium within proper words that bored everyone sitting in quiet auditoriums.
the two words that tore the storm apart
and followed the lines of a fate pulled in half.
the pieces falling away into what my heart feels
everytime I hear your dream within my soul.
your voice walking through doors
through memories pulled taut across a clothesline
within an ice storm.
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