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Andrew Hayden

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A most beautiful time shared with my sweetheart

Andrew Hayden

The breathtaking view let us know
that a love undone by time is a tear passed by none
a passive fish on it's way through another hollow net
a roaming ghost, you and I have yet to shun during our final trip out to sea

against the spraying shore
where the water spoke in an evening whisper
I worried about how that stony detour
could make her knees falter

my sympathy's directed the waves behind us
they whipped our faces with clear ocean plasma
woke us out of our daze
and cleared our minds of all that confusing nostalgia

leaving the moment for now but not forever
we crept back up the stationary teeth of the restless bank
followed the designs of the duck bleached path over to a seat
There we shared laughs till the sand in our hourglass shrank

the past was crossed in a silent Idle
clothed cheek resting beside clothed cheek
a girl with a sigh and a few bridal wishes
a boy refuting the absence of his present meekness

pressing harder on the bench below
pressing his hands against her own
a pair that has to go
a wave that never had the time to splash alone

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  of course i love the title, because nobody but you and me, and anyone else living in ottawa would understand.hahaha.

"duck bleached path" beauty.

"pressing harder on the bench below
pressing his hands against her own
a pair that has to go
a wave that never had the time to splash alone"

i hate when i have to pick out my favorite lines, because i start and then as i go along im like oh and i like that too, and that and that...and then im just retyping your whole poem

I remember this so clearly...looking over at my school like it's this thing so far away from us right now. We created our own world in that moment and it was so scary looking over at my future knowing this moment we created wasnt going to last forever. I would love to go back there with you, maybe in the few days before we leave for my cottage...I love you and I miss you baby.

| Posted on 2008-02-05 00:00:00 | by angelfyre | [ Reply to This ]

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