Tuesday, June 7, 2011

passing through: paintings, walls, and childhood.

passing through:
paintings, walls, and childhood.


we walked on water
in the painting on the wall.
tiny footsteps of our minds
twisted about the peeling mural.

we knew the world by heart
curving road and riverbrook,
farmhouse with the watermill,
so many glances that we took.

we lived a thousand lifetimes
in the painted paradise.
the mountains as the backdrop,
trees tracing, birds at highest heights.

we floated through the world
time and time again.
as if the repetition ensured
our childhood would never end.

Written 6.7.11 @ 11:16 PM

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