GOODBYE, MY LOVEA Poem by Brian Kraklaufor a woman that changed my world. a goodbye, i must chase my dreams.she woke up to me gone it was one cold Sunday another cup of coffee gone stale another ship set sail another faded folk song
I ought to let you know my duty calls me to go oh, babe, you must accept the tides all call me to exit this we both must not forget
years ago I was Dylan trading the sensations of childhood finding a guitar in the attic doing all that I should this innocence became obsolete growing up and breaking out walking right through the static
we see these things around buried deep in the carpet dirt of the years tied to our face you were the first to see it the work changed in destination switching the gears
time rusted my bones but freedom came knocking Jim and his brother knew the days of old blew away dust brushed off my shoes leaving my breath lounging in the air words couldn't come to say on this early morning dew
leaping off this stage of lights you expect rain to come from my skies oh, darling don't hold your hands open these clouds are all lies out in the field tonight I is someone else's possession chains of these you have chosen don't worry these cracks will be healed
and now I sit alone in this scene I have all I ever wanted the air is clear in this smoke the fog has risen away babe, you must see what they mean
the hallway was chill the sound of footsteps were there they must be taken to get above this stair well and breath the fresh air I must press on
the theme of our time a torch of light in the dark must be carried home ran to my front door sealed in our mark flushed on through the vine
the time has come, my love I must fulfill what I must do though this love be strong my soul walks another path I must go on, my love I must press on I love you.
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Added on November 19, 2011Last Updated on November 20, 2011 AuthorBrian KraklauLas Vegas, NVAboutjust another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..Writing
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