A Momentarily Courageous Wallflower…
Innocence dies so young,
Its duration seems trivial,
Scattered and stoned out of existence.
A foolhardy silence of adults seems contagious,
A willing blind-eyed existence engrained,
A code of non-intereference of mysterious origins.
I was whole-heartedly moonstruck,
She was a lithe blond wisp,
Whom I offered flowers in December,
A token just before Christmas,
The first trembling test of playground romance.
In the Springtime she was there above me,
In the tower with my best female friend,
A cruel face urging mayhem,
Taunting and heartless.
The fight that she created was the twilight of my first love,
The steel of that hurt endured forty summers,
Before I again learned to breathe.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/03/2013
Innocence dies so young,
Its duration seems trivial,
Scattered and stoned out of existence.
A foolhardy silence of adults seems contagious,
A willing blind-eyed existence engrained,
A code of non-intereference of mysterious origins.
I was whole-heartedly moonstruck,
She was a lithe blond wisp,
Whom I offered flowers in December,
A token just before Christmas,
The first trembling test of playground romance.
In the Springtime she was there above me,
In the tower with my best female friend,
A cruel face urging mayhem,
Taunting and heartless.
The fight that she created was the twilight of my first love,
The steel of that hurt endured forty summers,
Before I again learned to breathe.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/03/2013
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