Even in the quietest moments (The Long Goodbye)
Even in the quietestmoments
your breathing is so loud
it breaks the heads on dandelion clocks
and blows the wings of innocence
from puppy dog tails.....
Even in the twilight lost
with no key to open the pandora's box
your crying is soft
like a violin at the funeral of a friend
We listen to the mourning
of the passing waltz
in ballrooms of the past dreams
we used to peddle to ourselves
in the stalls and the counterpanes
of yesteryear.
The clock is stead fast
ticking striking off the seconds
we have left
to fill the many hours
and the spaces we were given
trickling sand in hourglasses
through fingers
on the beaches
of our windswept lives
Twisted in the seaweed ciols
of family and ties
Driftwood caught
and freed
in the flotsom and the jetsom
of your lives
Even in the quietest moments
the sleeve of an old album
gathering dust upon the vinyl
and the needle that scratches out
the memories of the past
Speakers serenading
the memories wrapped within
the grooves of time long past
I wipe the strand of silver hair
kiss the dampness of your eyes
breathe the perfume of the now
distill the scent of love long lost
and wave goodbye...
28/9/2004
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