Pine needles were my daydream bed.
Gazing up at the sky through towering feathered boughs,
I saw my vaguely perfect future drift past.
The whispers of the wind never spoke of its fragility.
Seeking you even then because I needed.
Deceived by fragments of you in other eyes,
I carelessly scattered pieces of us.
If only the wind had told me its secrets.
The pieces of the child's puzzle,
Are now two-sided and many.
The missing piece creates a hole
Where we were supposed to be.
Unsure now if it is too late,
Or if I close my eyes and open them real quick,
Could I find the piece in its place
And the child who dreamt on the forest floor complete?
C.Brimmer 1999
The beautiful music you are listening to is
"Angels in the Wind" by Tom Williams III.
I encourage you to visit his site to listen to more selections
from his current CD, "Enchanted Dreams."
Clicking on the CD cover above will take you there.
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The pieces of the child's puzzle,
Are now two-sided and many.
The missing piece creates a hole
Where we were supposed to be.
Unsure now if it is too late,
Or if I close my eyes and open them real quick,
Could I find the piece in its place
And the child who dreamt on the forest floor complete?
C.Brimmer 1999