This poem was inspired by:
'New Slang' by The Shins
My dear friend, Zac
and this picture from http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/
Darkness falls over the hills.
All that is still,
comes to life at their will
on this one night.
Magic like you've seen in your dreams,
it suddenly seems
that your thoughts are all free
to take flight.
And if you look at me like
you're my very best friend
I would follow you
till the world stops
and the sun shines no longer
and the story of our lives is ended.
Sprites dance, starlight on their wings.
The songs that they sing
carry into the winds
as it blows away.
Dragons, Wizards, and the like
all dressed in white
welcome you by their side
just to celebrate.
And if you talk to me like
you're my very best friend
I would follow you
till the world stops
and the sun shines no longer
and the story of our lives is ended.
Dawn calls like a lantern at home
and it turns me to stone.
Like the words of a poem
can break your heart.
I'm looking towards the sunlight
like I'm frozen in time.
The memory of this one night
too close to cast from your mind.
But you'll hold on to me
till the world stops
and the sun shines no longer
and the story of our lives is ended.
Cynthia Smallwood
January 25, 2009
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