Shirt undone and short braids swinging,
I looked to the clouds as the wind kept singing
An old love song to the old bells ringing
On a street called purple to which my heart kept clinging
Another stormy night was brewing in the heavens,
I could count the raindrops falling in twos and sevens,
Tugging at my coat I closed my eyes in the rain,
Withdrawing into the warmth of our times together again,
Gone was the cold and the patter of the rain,
Time slowed down and I could see those eyes again,
Filled with warmth and a summer that takes down a winter
And a beauty so rare that it clears the mind's litter
Traffic roared loud and the escape was cut,
Ten seconds back and the cold rushed in—
And as I scrambled for a shed to get out of the cold,
There she was for a second—and in a flash of purple, gone.
YOU ARE READING
A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
