She was Always
One thing I have found is DW does not lend itself to poetry, not really. It is action and dialogue and intrigue, entertainment and adventure, but not really poetry, which is why this one surprised me when it rather suddenly welled up from a sort of poetic dormancy for the genre. But then, it is for a very special person.
(
spicy_rejoinder, yes, this one would be for you.)
She was Always
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Take my hand; that’s my girl. There’s always hope.
Time fraying, time so woven, crossing and pulling back,
So many strands. Time is hot,
Time is
Cold.
Your praise was a wine in my veins,
Your name, a honey in my mouth…
Two beats, one beat, three beats.
Tell me again, tell me that you’ll be there for me.
I’ll be there,
Right here,
Then.
Tell me again when you lived and loved,
I can’t remember, but I know that I loved you,
Lost you,
Misplaced
You.
My best friend under countless suns,
This sun.
We were parted, I think… Have we truly run out of nows?
So long ago, yet I remember your…
My dear. Friend of my youth.
I’ll be there, here, then,
With you, before you, after, around,
My Sarah-Jane.
(
spicy_rejoinder, yes, this one would be for you.)She was Always
--
Take my hand; that’s my girl. There’s always hope.
Time fraying, time so woven, crossing and pulling back,
So many strands. Time is hot,
Time is
Cold.
Your praise was a wine in my veins,
Your name, a honey in my mouth…
Two beats, one beat, three beats.
Tell me again, tell me that you’ll be there for me.
I’ll be there,
Right here,
Then.
Tell me again when you lived and loved,
I can’t remember, but I know that I loved you,
Lost you,
Misplaced
You.
My best friend under countless suns,
This sun.
We were parted, I think… Have we truly run out of nows?
So long ago, yet I remember your…
My dear. Friend of my youth.
I’ll be there, here, then,
With you, before you, after, around,
My Sarah-Jane.
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