Sometimes…

Sometimes I stop to feel the breath

Of a sultry autumn sigh

Perfumed with quiet decay

And spiced with days gone by

Sometimes I stand upon the edge

And pray my flight may last

I’ll toss a little stone to see

It falls just far too fast!

Sometimes a hand presses to my breast

To feel the heart beat slow

To prove myself I still have lif3e

And centuries yet to go

Sometimes I linger on a yard

Were school children would play

And drown myself in memories

Of those by-gone days

Sometimes I stop and whisper a name

That is held so dear to me

The very God of my fragile heart

I’m waiting yet again to see

just something scribbled down and inspired by a j-rock and emily dickenson filled afternoon(O.o weird combo i kno) thinking about someone...