poeticnook

hello, it's you again,
knocking on my door like an old friend,
I see you're still stringing words
trying to beat me in that fleeting rhyme game

hi there, it's me once more
playing hide and seek with the rain
I hold your hand as if we never parted
rewriting lines I've long since forgotten

adieu, it's time to leave
before the rains flood the door of my memory,
the words may rhyme and find new meanings
as your hands trace my lines 'til the morning

but for now,
the sky is dark,
and the night is long,
so let's go back to dreaming

2013.10.23.2.24.pm.pst