The window has closed, but you have left
With me the residue of adventures.
Only months have walked between us,
But those steps force wrinkles
Into my youth, time has tolled my mind.
I have kept acorns. They shield
My heart from arrows shot
From a world full of naïve,
selfish emotion. If some dare
to believe I am unchanged from you,
I show a pocket full of dust—
Happy thoughts from the days I flew.
I hope I gave you thimbles, memories
To shield the pricks of shadows
That come loose and flee,
As my shadow should. To live:
The happiest thought I clutch,
A solo adventure now.
Fall creeps into unshadowed winter,
Forcing the window pain closed.
I shove my hands into nightgown pockets,
playing with acorns as I sleep.
~DaLe
10.11.09
