Rambling Evenings
Those dreams I shared, through long evenings lost in wandering talk, rolling from my lips in an easy refrain. Elements of passions bared, as I take you along this meandering walk. Can they even begin to explain? Can you divine from words that tumble, dropping onto the pages of meaningless mumble? What bits rise to form expression, long lost to endless repression? Visions congeal, forming the residue of a life's ambition, rending down life's noisy existence, only to reveal, soft comfort, found in the arms of memories. I look in your eyes and see realised, my dreams of the futures of my past. They unfold without effort, laid before me, only to take shape, surrounding my every fibre, pouring past stoic resistance. How can my mere words convey, those feelings, building ever stronger, that so soon snatch me away?
© Dave Lawson, 2003