a book opened
words to fall into
a time to slip through
a world to inhabit
slipping through time
a shining pearl
of knowledge
of understanding
making history
making time slip
making changes
making history
falling into a war
watching people marching away
never to return
i fell in love with the people
fell in love with the clothes
the buildings
the people
the history being made
slipping through time
like the pearls on a necklace
slipping through history
like sand through fingers
falling into time
falling into love
falling into the stories
that make up history
and then
slipping back
through the beads of time
back into the present
pearls of memories rolling
pearls of love rolling
pearls of wars rolling
pearls haunting
pearls of a time gone by
pearls of people gone by
pearls of a memory gone by
pearls of a love gone by
nobody told me the war ended
and so i roll the pearls around
and around
watching them glow
with a long forgotten light
okay. wow. as someone who has fallen in love with history (and also mitski's songs, which this poem is based on (see the very top of the page)), this was so so fun to write, but also sad. remember the people in those wars. remember the ones who died. lest we forget.
this one's dedicated to daisy, for getting me stuck on mitski and inspiring me to write this poem. thank you for reading! please comment, vote and share to let me know what you think.
