Echoed
Lost
I have dreamed that
I was responsible for the deaths of innocents, while
Past memories fail to hold under the weight of her presence and love.
Have I ridden the electric red rocket too far?
Perhaps the moment I give myself in to her completely,
I will find understanding in her words of comfort. Until then I
See security enveloped in a haze of oil slick rain bowed puddles,
and I wonder
What was it like in times before her? I have already forgotten, for
I am reborn with every touch of her lips to mine; her kiss my very
salvation.
A cresendo of bitterness echoes out:
If only you would suppose to give in to me you know where to find
me.
© 2004 JD Downing
