April 25th, 2008

Narcissa (me!)

Church In The Puddle

Church in the Puddle

I remember running hard,
The wind was in my hair.
My feet hurt,
And I ran swiftly and carelessly
To meet my blissful demise.
I could not wait to get there.
We both wore purple in the moonlight,
And when I saw the reflection of
The church in the puddle
I saw my world razed to the ground,
And then I took your hand and smiled.