Almost Something by AusPoet

Writers • Atmosphere/Mood • posted on Mar 26, 2008

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Description

A reflection on a recent situation which sadly never quite eventuated, due to unforeseen circumstances. . . Like ice, You'll melt slowly away, You'll file yourself neatly in places of memory. But if I smell the colour red, You'll find your place in me, Your fingers in my hair, A painting of your eyes in my mind, Your smile tattooed on my heart. Like a breeze, you filtered in through the cracks, Took over my mind, sated me divine, Heartened my resolve. And now, A crystal ball between us, Fogged with mystery, This is what remains of Our sweet almost-something. But if I taste the colour red, You'll find your place in me, Your fingers in my hair, A painting of your eyes in my mind, Your smile tattooed on my heart. I dream you bring yourself to me, Along on the winds of time, You show me what could've-would've been, Brighten the path which darkened when you left. But it isn't meant to be, And the clotting fog remains, veiling Our sweet almost-something. But if I touch the colour red, You'll find your place in me, Your fingers in my hair, A painting of your eyes in my mind, Your smile tattooed on my heart.

Comments (7)

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Alex_Antonov

11:06AM | Wed, 26 March 2008

Gorgeous!! Thanks for showing us this! 5!

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auntietk

7:06PM | Wed, 26 March 2008

Beautifully written - evocative and melancholy.

Wolfspirit

5:54PM | Fri, 28 March 2008

I enjoyed this, it is true, what is meant to be, is. The time I hear, that place I see, that person I know, from this read, was, as is for that time, the moment. As quickly as things changed, you must know, they can change again. Often, I find, time is on my side, yet, I am not on it's, to me that is a part of being human, I do not feel alone in this thought. Memories can haunt us as if a tease, "Come get me!" the fantasy. I can hear some whisper as gentle tugs within my own mind, thoughts playing upon the senses, or they can be as they were, as they are, beautiful carefree, unbound to me, yet, still, a part of me, as this piece of writing, evoking warm wondrous smiles for you, for others as for me too, to see, reality. Thanks for sharing.

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