I ache for these
I ache for these, on these cobbled streets. I pause.
Liberation found in a town
Trapped in a history
Entitled to an untapped nostalgia
Histories I cannot own
Steeped for too long…
The winding river becomes bitter
Brindled
Rebirth in community found
Embraces a beating room
Smiles pulse;
alive
Liberation found in a town
Trapped in a history
Entitled to an untapped nostalgia
Histories I cannot own
Steeped for too long…
The winding river becomes bitter
Brindled
Rebirth in community found
Embraces a beating room
Smiles pulse;
alive
Stuffings of old books choke me
Stuffings of old books choke me
Silencing my time
These shelves are a cage
Mindlessly, I engage
Fingering flightless pages…
At how many do I stare?
All reflective, mirroring a twin story
A nostalgic romance;
Exclusivity suffocates.
Re-writing is a privilege.
Silencing my time
These shelves are a cage
Mindlessly, I engage
Fingering flightless pages…
At how many do I stare?
All reflective, mirroring a twin story
A nostalgic romance;
Exclusivity suffocates.
Re-writing is a privilege.