Think of a theme, a word, a title
Midnight, when I saw your smile
Like a bird flying against the wind
Like another night I can't quite recall
Think of a theme, a word, a title
As hard as a pearl in your mouth
I watch the night
Coruscating in soft sands
Ribbons of moonlight diffuse
Like smoke dancing in my eyes
As lonely as freedom
When you can never admit that you're wrong
And summer feels like a stranger
I leap into a cityscape
I wander down every trail
As shadows appear and disappear
Through steel blue horizons
I've got nothing left to fear
When you're here with me
And there's nothing left to grieve
But our changing minds
Yesterday was the time of our lives
But I never left it behind.
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Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
I really like your poem
Some really nice lines and interesting to read ))
Thank you!!
It is the last line of this poem that drives the nail home. The question becomes how do we move on?
Good question. Your guess is as good as mine!!
Guess we will never know
Well written and expressed
Well written poetry with deep thoughts...
Never stop changing! I adore your long meandering image-cumulating run-on ruminations of a few years back, but this style of short concrete direct utterances is also welcome. As lonely as freedom... indeed!
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