Euphoria: A Poetry Collection by Rosemary - HTML preview

e tiny thunts of children

running on the gray ground

brightened by the sun;

At first glance could be mistaken

for a cotton cloudy white

and laughing their powerful laughs

sounding like music itself.

I watch as the past me closes her eyes,

crossing her legs to feel

the cold silver stone

underneath her and breathing in

the most refreshing air.

You took my fingers, intertwined them with yours

as I look into your eyes.

It was where the sky vowed to meet the sea.

So much to learn but how could I ever know

everything?

Feeling so lost, yet safe in your eyes

I look away.

Into the glass building across

where inside sits a glossy piano

reflecting from the window.

Looking towards the road, where the cars of all

shapes and sizes drive by

the brown metal of the light rail station

where people stand waiting.

I turn to look over your shoulder at the

multi-texture

‘Bible Church of Christ’,

with its magnificent rusty bell that

rings at the first of every hour.

And the trees giving the homeless man shade,

near the cute couple's usual picnic spot.

With, once again, the gorgeous green grass

where more life than ever betrayed lives beneath.

Looking at anything and everything;

Making sure I know where I am.

Counting every tile on the floor that I can see.

217 tiles before I gave up.

Measuring the distance between every light post.

About 300ft, giving it my best guess.

I can still feel your eyes on me

but I refuse not knowing where I am.

Knowing if I look at the vow within your eyes

I'll get lost again.