Dec 9, 2013
The Last Goodbye
Green lakes and treasure lands
Bottles of blank messages
That no one will ever write
Searching for air gone dry
Nothing is harder than a last goodbye
Rain drips, every lily's song
I could catch all breaths
Pretending not to notice
Each willowed, buckled sigh
Every bird is responsible to fly
Time twists to the dawn's tune
Once again, we may grow
Beneath the shade we may find
Memories of a dark cry
Creating light when we need it the most