THERE

CRUMBLING
MUMBLING
STUMBLING WORLD
CAUGHT IN
THE CROSSFIRE
AIMED
AT ITSELF

WHERE ARE
THE DREAMS
THAT SO SWEETLY
HELD US
SO TENDERLY
KISSED THE TEARS
FROM OUR EYES

THE LOVES
THAT SLIPPED AWAY
BEFORE
THE EMBERS DIED
THAT LINGER STILL
IN OUR
FRAGILE HEARTS

WHERE ARE
THE COLORED RIBBONS
IN THE WIND
AT GRIFFITH PARK
WHERE MOMENTS
BECAME FOREVERS
IN OUR MEMORY

OUR HANDS AND
FINGERS TREMBLING
ON SOFT SKIN
I CAN STILL
FEEL YOU
SMELL YOU
TASTE YOU

THE NIGHTS
OF BURNING DESIRE
AND
INCENSE
FRAGRANT OILS
AND
CANDLELIGHT

GOD
WHY DID WE COME HERE
FROM
THERE
THERE
WHERE OUR HEARTS
TRULY LIVED
IN ECSTASY

THERE
WHERE CHILDREN
KNEW MORE
THAN WE
HAVED LEARNED
WHILE GROWING
OLDER AND LESS WISE

Bobby Jameson Mar 14, 2009