Still
You promised me before the dripping sun
Beneath the breaking clouds,
eyes lowered, breath steady
Feet shifting on the broken leaves
You promised me before the dying day
Beside the crackling fire
illuminated smile
you'll always be my friend
I listened for you in the cold dead night
drown by the racing wind's shrill
Nothing left but broken leaves
and shattered dreams;
holding on to that tiny, perfect
moment where time stood still
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2014
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