Migratory Pattern

Where did you go
Where you once stood is filled with emptiness
I find no joy in the places we were
And no hope in the places we weren't
All that I want is a sign
A sign that there still is a we
The dull scraping out of you hurts my ears
And watching years of us being erased makes me close my eyes
Was it you or me that changed positions
Were you but smoke in a gentle breeze
Or are you a tiny flower that goes unnoticed in a large forest
I don't want you to be a fleeting memory
But who am I to clip your wings
So as you fly away
I will watch and pray it is a migratory pattern
That one day my beautiful bird might fly back to my window
And I might not have watched the sky in vain

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out of 10

The best ones always fly away....

by soulajax on Wed, 05/23/2007 - 7:23pm

out of 10

Smoke in a gentle breeze...

Wow. I'm impressed. That's all I have to say. You really have a way with words.

It seems like a deep longing for the way things were in some not-so-long-ago love.

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years of us being erased

Nice poetic form with that line.

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Were you but smoke in a gentle breeze

I get some beautiful mental imagery here pictured smoke wafting in a gentle breeze and the reference to that being the love or the person who you experienced.

{quote}And I might not have watched the sky in vain{/quote]

I don't think it would be in vain. As you're waiting for the same bird to return, you end up spotting an even better bird. ;) :p

Nice work. I give it a solid "9" rating.

by loveacrossborders on Wed, 05/23/2007 - 7:13pm