Letters To OxfordA Poem by Kathryn SmithWhen you talk And take her in Look at the clock Does it resemble a liar? You know you take her higher Seconds melt to minutes
Hours Born in different time zones In different homes Worlds unknown You speak with her alone In smiles and in laughter In the happiness of endless banter
The joy It adds fuel to the fire You want to fly up? Then go and find her Look at the sky What do you see? Grey Blue Darkness Gloom?
Starry eyed Giddy She lives for sunshine Life is her party A kaleidoscope of fun Colors bleed and colors blend She lives like she's near an end Like she's on the edge Jumping is how she mends Her walls are crumbling Fears coming undone If you went so far To touch her She'd come alive As if you were heat from the sun Goodnight Goodnight Goodbye Goodbye Why? Why is she feeling Like a school girl on a Sunday night? Ink on paper Heart in throat Stomach churning Sparks burning This is just right So she writes you in hope She's done this before Her words lay around the world In tins Drawers Boxes in dirt Perhaps now Someone will appreciate All of her time Each and every line She's racing Racing with the clock With the liar How can time tick so quickly? In silence In sunsets In cups of coffee In tea And lustful dreams You're here to stay In her thoughts In her words And in these letters to Oxford She'll give you the world
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