through the darkest of nights~
Vivid memories of...
The girl with the strawberry hair~
that sways and billows as
she tears down the stairs
The radio singing my laughter~
moments of the past
impossible in the now
The man who helped me out~
cryptic of the fourth level
a forbidden door
Eyes shut in intersection~
the crunching of metal
a horn that doesn't stop
The woman who followed me~
an urgency of braids
it'd only cost so much, and
Tall grasses, leaning ships,
And mud and dreams and longing
Running deep and pure and hot
It scares me, this intensity
drives me, unwilling to be denied~
Glass slippers and vanishings
that ate up all the oxygen
And friendship, the "bye"
that gave the truth away
And a song... My song,
that sends my core to slaughter
when I consider that
I may never
hear it again.
~Lingering in places, I never allow
my mind to roam,
