by the bar is so low
you could say hello
and I could picture it all from there
–
maybe it’s naive
but the thought of you
may always be
circling in my long-term memory
buffering as the silence of us now
–
the tides rolled in
the day is done
promise of a golden land
so happy as the beach has sand
and as the sky will rise to a blue
–
over in the valley
I’ll look over and I’ll tally
all the times you made my
thoughts like night and day
–
if you go now
the plates aren’t sound
and the milky way
may make its way away
–
but as the folding in of planets
all the natural things shall happen
so I’ll leave it as it is just for now
–
urging to know
for who is friend or who is foe
doe-eyed in the moonlight
don’t turn
to dust
–
the bar may be set low
but it is important to know
no matter how high
you make it not a task
the top of the charts
I should have started
with this.
by Jaime White