So Long Baby of Love
21 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
in Poems Tags: Childhood lost, Don Henley, Teenage angst
I’d trade everything for this:
One last last childhood adventure. One last unbreakable dream. Send me back to ignorance. This can’t be my last innocent dream. Because love is the greatest playground. I’ll stay right here and scream “Go slow.” This won’t become a haze of flashbacks that I cannot unwind.
The meaning of bliss starts to fade and passion takes its place. Every breath takes me farther away from the days when all I could long for was some perfect kiss. Tumbling through grass and flowers is replaced by tumbles between sheets of weakness. And scraped knees heal faster than wounded hearts that never stop their bleeding.
The claims we made were more sensible than the lies we make… and believe. Writing over rough drafts to life that get wrinkled and tossed away I’m realizing it was easier to dream. I could be wrong but I’m exhaling reality and breathing in my youth beofre it’s stolen by the summer wind.
Characters of me free fall through childhood. Confidently they weave my epic and pause…. before they take their final bow.
“Just lay your head back on the ground, let your hair spill all around me, offer up your best defense.”
