The Time (for MF)

I was warned about you, you know
and here it is finally
the time packed with piles of magazine pages
orphans of the print they drift in your collection
bright and fluttering you pin them down for travel

The time soaked with songs that can no longer fit
inside your head as you have given them
to everyone and they float
in our minds like Macy’s day parade balloons
bobbing and knocking into thoughts and clouds
and suns and moons
buoyant and lovely in our sky they will remind us

The time filled with friends changing like the winds
you dive towards
mad in your dash across the country
a pilot at the helm of a ship made of dreams
and aunties antiques, markers and black felt pens,
glitter and glue, toe tags with secret wishes upon them
each one awaits your landing

I was warned about you, you know
and here it is finally
the time last and laughing
has come for you to go and take with you
all the nights we would write more songs
as the city burned down around us as we were little fires
all the words and phrases we would stalk like hunters
tiny trophies for our gentle game of catch and release
all the these things and more
I have come to love, you take with you
But I was warned, you know

Written by Circe Link
September 3, 2006
Copyright 2006. All rights reserved.