Friday, January 08, 2010

Miss you

He was seven
And I was five
We were there,
young and alive

Our bruised little elbows
scrapes on our shins
Our badges of honor
when we'd chase the wind

The skies we'd bottle
to barter and sell
The sea we'd steal
the lies we'd tell

Our crayoned world
Our stretched out time
Our invincible storms
Our destinies' rhyme

Each fear had a face
Each joy, a tear
Being close had no opposite
because he was here

Life was big
And we were small
Had morselled moments
And that was all

Naive summers broken
At season's brutal shore
Alive still, but not seven
Or five anymore


The Bald Guy said...

Sometimes words do not do justice, but a smile does.


Ashish Shakya said...

Wonderful :)

Nihil said...

reminded me of Nancy Sinatra's song from one of my fav movies Kill Bill:

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Nice song, check it out.