the clover path Options

[Guest_dflore_*]

mother,
the path
where you walked me as a baby
is all overgrown now
I looked at its weeds
and saw the trail turn back to clover
my jagged knife mind went dull
the thunder only whispered

I asked time to follow me to the past
but it only decorates the sky
with darkened moments of old daydreams
and silenced prayers

I make streams sound like your laughter
but their currents are slow
and their water cold

you are gone
but the thought of you
almost brings the sun
into this night
that will have no morning
the door to my bedroom creeks
your figure goes against the wall
I hope its you
and ask if you'll take me to the path
I know I'm only speaking to a shadow
but shadows are born from light