Flowers from a Previous Arrangement
© 2007 by Joe Strell
Facing down
Those nameless fears and avenues
With a grace that?s found
In alleys dark and seldom used
Caught in the cross fire
Burning out
In quiet conversation
Flowers from a previous arrangement
Made with complications
All the same
Our flame that trembled in the dark--
That meant something else to me
Misconstrued
By ancient modes of etiquette
Securely wooed
With passion measured by its sweat
Talking without much progress
Two steps back for each step forwards
Defining doubtful minds
Is losing time
While using more words
All the same
Our flame that trembled in the dark--
That meant something else to me
It's ironic when
Revealing feelings leads to more confusion
Wandering from its source
Our discourse
Ends without conclusion
All the same
Our flame that trembled in the dark--
That meant everything to me
