thank you for all the laughter and a million memories strong
nothing recedes without leaving behind…
an echo, a silhouette, an imagined warmth
with you, I’ve discovered time and tide come back for second chances
may they find me just a little wiser and a little happier
and a traveller for many a miles long
and should you call, I will play along
this time, for the love and the echoes of the song.
walking down lanes of a forgotten temple town
watching unfamiliar faces begin to smile
wondering if so little can mean so much
hoping to hold onto it all
she used to watch them from a distance
through the smog of days and cold of haze
autumnal joy and the glory of rain
the girl with a laugh and a smile
that never foretold about things to come
what she remembers of him was his eyes and
the cuff link pair and a watch thick and grey
together they formed a connection that ought to have withstood time
in the days that followed through the festivals and endless cheer
and work that led them through hiccups of sleepless nights
life was but a celebration of the whimsy of hearts
but when the connection broke and yes it did
she wonders if they just disappeared into the wide world
fragmented and torn, at peace and warm
sitting across strangers with a teacup in hand
making chitchat that didn’t really belong
did they watch from afar or did they look for life?
she didn’t think so…she was the connection after all.
it seeps in slow …the last month of the year
and brings along with it a quilt of patchwork memories
colorful pieces of musings and adventures happy
snatches of conversations and moments stolen
from by-lanes never forgotten
it feels good to snuggle in and look back
this month …that year.
do you ever think that all your broken pieces
might live across the oceans grey or in the triangular bay?
do ever walk with no destination in mind, except in circles square?
do you search for soul mates in eyes of moody blues or tempestuous curls of hair?
do you take well lit roads of addresses unknown or walk the silent stairs?
do you want for postcards from heaven or texts from strangers known?
do you hurt like crazy but talk with laughter in the air?
are you the piece that fits my puzzle or is my puzzle your affair?
have you ever thought how if you and I were to meet we would be complete?
Someday when you know for sure
You’ll love yourself lots more
You’ll tear up the letters and the napkin folds
Of the fools who dilly dallied
And spoke in hushed whispers of wanting you so
You’ll stare at your reflection in the pond that holds your tears
And set adrift a little blue boat for tomorrow
And a red balloon with hearts made of gold.
it seems like a vastness of time and space has found it’s home in me
the more I linger, the more drawn in I am
and should I choose to fly the open skies
the comfort of home keeps me close
if I said I missed you so…
would you carry me home