a crack in space
that we could slip through
and enter a place
where we are surrounded by books
and music
and paintings ...
and just outside the doorway
are all the places
we've ever dreamed of seeing ...
fields to cross
oceans to sit beside
mountains to walk ...
just for us
no one else.
If only we could slip through
and breathe in the sweetness
of our surroundings
shutting out the rest of the world ...
no yesterday
no tomorrow
no past mistakes ...
nothing
nothing
nothing but who we are
and where we are.
and what we hold on to.
Nothing loud to drowned out the silence ...
nothing silent to drowned out the music.
Nothing inside the walls
to label us dark
or light
or odd
or wrong
or right ...
just our tiny world
kept apart from the rest
like the first star of night ...
always unseen at the beginning
then ever growing brighter ...
softening the dark hallowed sky.
We'll stay till dawn
until the first leaf gently falls
on the metal roof ...
it is time to go
We slip back through
our secret sliver
back into the noise
the black
the white
the unwelcome rush of mephitic air
into our lungs once again ...
our fingers reach
to touch goodbye
as the sliver silently closes
behind us amid the chaos ...
the first leaf of Autumn
entangled in my hair.
-lynn hamilton rutherford 11'
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