Seasons of Your Heart

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Seasons of Your Heart
By
EndtheDream

I wanted to share them with you.
I wanted to be part of your dream come true.
I loved every moment your eyes met mine.
I loved your golden hair like fine silk
In a sun gone blind
With your beauty.
I wanted your hand always next to mine.
I wanted to read the books you read also.
I wanted to stand with my shadow crossing
Yours.
All those used bookstores where we giggled
And searched for treasure troves of past
And future.
All the science fiction I needed was to be
In your tomorrow.
All the heart I wanted was to be there
To comfort you in your sorrow.
I wanted our names together
And us forevermore.
I wanted the seasons of your youth
And mind to be free of everything
But you and me.
And I’ve spent a lifetime remembering you.
I have angel dust in my eyes always
Because I still love you.
And if there are salvations
And dreams unbound,
There will be you in the summer sun,
In high green grass,
Eating a vanilla ice cream cone.
White cream on your upper lip.
And your crafty smile
When I come into view.
And the world will always be the
Seasons of you.
The clocks of time rest inside your
Fragile bones.
The strength to conquer has made
Me weak.
For a heart to feel next to mine.
For a hand that no longer seeks.
For your hand in your seasons,
For your heart.
Let me not be afraid of the reasons.
To touch me.
To let me.
To hold me.
To envelope me
In the seasons of time
Standing still.
The seasons of time
Holding me true,
The clockwork of forever,
Which I never doubted
At all.
From before the first time
I saw you,
That is the clockwork of gingham
Shirt
And torn jeans
And kind eyes
And a voice that says my name
Again.
And I will go quietly into time.
For you will finally make
Time
True.

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darkerdreamerdarkerdreamerabout 17 years ago
another line that struck my fancy

"All the science fiction I needed was to be

In your tomorrow." You have a way with these beautiful and witty snippets, very enjoyable.

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