Placing yesteryear’s photos,
In that bygone album.
Cutting window holes,
In today’s front door.
Pasting forgotten memories,
In the bible, so forlorn.
Packing tomorrows cases,
Full of dusty dreams.
Clutching torn curtains,
Darkened to the outside worlds.
Passing a crumbling brick wall,
Weakened by the original fall.
Oh, I’m thinking about jumping into the waterfall from above.
And diving into her churning pool of heartache, called love.
Surging through the cascading rapids, of loves ups and downs.
And settling upon her icy lake, where lovers often drown.
Flowing down the valley river, to where all waterways meet.
And trickling across her plains of pain, under the dampened sheet.
Spreading amongst the delta swamp, both bitter and sweet.
And flooding onto her warm salt flats, discovering the open heat.
Then spilling the water-lilies of love, over the seas so deep.
And joining her ocean of lost love, swimming so replete.