The mountain road stretches
beyond my wildest comprehension and
caught in a snare on this forked path,
I delay the inevitable –
Those memories are diamond cuts
of once upon another time,
raw shards that haunt my thoughts
in ways I swore you could never become.
The digital numbers count up to twelve
then start again at a wishful zero,
Day in, day out –
It is as though I am forever seventeen
lying awake in a world of hurt from my own fabrication.
with those gray-blue eyes and golden hair,
come follow me
and I will show you a love for the ages.