In The Night

In the sky trees branches everywhere
Sorrow is flooded move aside please
walls of silence  it's time to dabble
into painting and invent new memories
and keep words in proper mood
his hands adorable
his lips tenderness
his hair soft as vair
his heart pure gold
heartbeats like hammer
and the like
and the better
and the more
all to nothing
how many times did I tell him
the fireflies are cold and weak
and when they whirl in their light
I run pitter-patter across the floor
in the night

Reviews

[sasha]

thank you Jacob for your nice words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

fireflies don't live long...often that spark of romance dies out just as quickly, and we find ourselves running away--and often we find, we are the ones...maybe we are really running from ourselves because we are scared of commitment...past pain can do that to us.