#630
Cinematic sliding
racing through the wonderland,
silent squeals gasp in
the fresh dry winter,
crisp and violent,
i pendulum between
thrilling terror
and pure ecstasy,
twisting, and spinning
tearing along well worn trails,
as picturesque, serene landscapes
peak between the evergreens,
until i find myself
at my smiling friends feet
slowly stopping in the sunlight
at the bottom of Snake Hill.
#631
Often it feels
impossible for us
not to meet,
our conversations disprove chance,
too perfect, could only be scripted,
our time, to important not to be,
#632
There has to be a way to
find eternity
within our brief visits,
i can’t think of a better
choice then spending forever,
in your presence,
listening to your laughs,
watching you blink,
relishing your turns to speak
in our conversations,
there has to be a way
to have this forever.
#633
The last of the sunset peeks
under the snow capped city,
white wedding dresses drape
over the towers as the star
flare behind the rolling dark,
the empire state building’s
lights turn on and the sky
reflects a hallow illuminating
high above the sidewalks,
bright white in conversation
with a full moon,
all alone, standing on the roof,
i see no one,
but the giants
and me.
#634
From across the room he beckoned,
"we got to get out of here, you know?”
he said before we’d even introduced ourselves
in that horrible, suburban bar,
“lets drive North to the mountains,
i’ve got some friends- they’re good friends”
“i’m in, let’s get out,” i said
“They’ll have everything we need
to have a perfect trip”
“Let’s race, let’s bolt
i could use a trip like you don’t”
and we smiled speaking fondly
of our journeys before,
following the footsteps
of our favourite heroes,
understanding what few
could ever experience.
We were real,
and honest,
and in our excitement
had forgot give our names.
He spoke of his mother’s recent death,
and how the trip that followed had
brought him closer to her, and happier
than he’d ever been, than anytime before.
We hugged, and he told me he hadn’t
shared about those memories with anyone before
i thanked him for knowing me from across
the room, for being the one person i’d like to speak to
for the one conversation i need to have,
The synchronicities kept stacking
and in the first moment of silence in the last hour
we shook hands, and shared our names.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write