Nostalgia for a week before
A time thats barely past
A broken heart that beat before
a racer running last
A tortured tumbled twisted thing
with limbs spread all around
when flying with the bushly king
Fell foot upon the ground
And time it took her from that place
and ripped her from the thread
of history's woven tapestry
and tugged thoughts from her head
and worn were all her fingernails
and broken was her skin
and sad crept in her tiny soul
and let the darkness in
But with a high hot air balloon
and with a painted sky
and with the world around her still
she learnt instead to fly
with dollars as a ransom fuel
her head held soft and strong
all at once she found herself
moving time along
Then travelled halfway round the world
this happy whole embark
to where she heard her home call out
to where she kept her heart
and in these eyes of green it stirred
and in her hungry head
the past behind her crumpled up
the future loomed instead
a future of rich and deep desires
a pathway wrapped in gold
of exotic nature loud and bright
a story still untold.
And down she wandered like a child
and happily she bled
a swift and sweet and honest love
until her heart was fed.
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