Prelude to a Parting
By Vincent Coscolluela
(Sunday Inquirer Magazine, 10.19.2003)
I would like to walk with you
all over again, through all the tree-filled places
we knew, the ground that once knew us,
and sit on the rock that was ours.
I would like us to see again
a clear sky that never seemed so clear, to feel
the way leaves feel when they fall. A moment so long,
everything can be said in two words, or three.
All I want is a perfect day
so I can leave you without leaving you behind,
where promises, like photographs,
would keep the distance close.
So trees would sway to a remembered wind.
I would like to leave you a world
so slow, time’s voice would be that of the infinite
silence of stone. A place where our walk ends
where we began. Where falling leaves never fall at all.
DAR`LINKS
*xanga people*
anna
cara
chard
dianne
eimeeh
eireen
glecy
greg
johun
julia
kat
mai
mairene
*bloggers*
kat
maruel
*linkies*
wangbu
mac
urban decay
brushes
BREAK THE SILENCE
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