The thoughts, musings, and mind of Andy Galloway. So that and a nickel, at least gets you a nickel.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
The Four letter word
Music: Sting - Fragile
A four letter word
First utilized
By immature tongues
Hushed, harsh, stammering
Knowing little
But power undeniable
Or what was felt
As the word passed
And its effect
Sometimes shock
Nervous giggle
Sometimes disgust
With a walk away
But sometimes…
Sometimes
A step was taken towards
With inviting lips
And hungry eyes
The dangerous four letter word:
Love
When accompanied by a five letter word
Truth
A revolutionary manifesto issued
Signed in the fusion
Of forged hearts
A sanctified contract
Unbreakable
Though attempts to forget
Might be made
To shade
A lapse
Impossible
Time taken
Paths pursued
Are of little consequence
Senses are the greatest betrayers
Silent lawyers pleading
A case the heart long believed dismissed
With triggers that make little sense
To those who do not know
Simple sounds
Tapping spoon
Raspy shuffling
Feet through fallen
Orange of autumn leaves
The smell
Of freshly baked croissants
On an autumn morning
Or the trace of comforting fragrance
Wafting in the air
A sight
Fog covered countryside
Midnight run
Or a definite table
Empty or full
At a hallowed haunt
Forever evokes
Certain memories
Certainly
For me
The memory most vibrant
Is another five letter word
One may be shocked
Thinking it should be beauty
With its letters six
This is understood
To capture her lithe and supple elegance
Men would gladly throw fortune to the fates
For little more
Than a glance
Forever her vision of beauty
Sanctified
No
For me
The five letter word
Was laugh
To me
In tones melodic
Joy flew unrestrained
Hearts would meet
Unprotected and defenseless
Where
I was little more
Than me
And she
Was little more
Than her
But our little more
Was everything
Everything
In our world populated
by two
Therein was the danger
Therein was the silence
Yet now deprived
And denied
Painful understanding
Of the power of those four letters
And the promised revolution
Of renaissance
Remains stillborn
So
In crumbling facades
Of fragmented empires
May she turn to the light
Of my fragment
Within her heart
And fill the world
Nourish her soul
With the simple beauty
Of her laughter
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