2:48 am
If it was a face I wanted to flatter
I would build a higher pedestal
To fly the words I whisper on wings of loneliness
Then the arms of my own deceit would lift up to find a world of peacefulness
With nothing more than the fears of our past stampled and riddled with the footprints of life
Then, the taunts of her pleasures would walk the line of time, with nothing more than time.
Until the curves of her body unleashed the desire
The desire to fill your will with lines of hopefulness
Till the paths of her daily travels find avenues to forgiveness
And my eyes can't leave the barrier of her shine, when nothing more than words become rhyme
The waking vengeance of this tattered and torn rope that sheds its strands, lies rippled and quilted like a storm weathered sea alive and raging with waters of tranquil calmness
This distance built between us like some suspension bridge, links two sides of an existing crevice
Narrowing the gap of what is and what should have been, with the air in my lungs giving me the warmth of closeness.....
“2:48am”
05/13/06
Jim Catizone
