What is this magical place? Where hearts are full And the wind dances? Sorrow in the leaves The scribe of our memories? Lost in the frost of winter Found in the light of spring. You were this ever elusive thing. Where is this magical place?
Let your fingers guide you Down an alley of strings. The melody of snow flakes Be the conductor of your dreams. Wrap your arms around me The lyrics to your song Let us play all night regardless Of knowing tomorrow it was wrong.
February 28, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.
We are but two pieces, To a much larger sort of picture. Born of equal content, Blemished and imperfect. Weathered by the seasons And tarnished with age. Yet here we stand, Together, quite different. Reliant on each, Divided.