The Weathered Desk

The Weathered Desk
Solid, strong, still beautiful with age, and easily disregarded.

Sep. 13, 2007 at 10:31am

She gazes out the window
The morning fog reflects her thoughts
What once was seemingly clear
Whilst listening to children nearby
Describing the character of The Joker

Mediocre coffee rests
On a cedar desk she had all her life
Memories of favorite things once sat here
Now a desktop that holds little significance
Only for some communication

That desk now shows weathered
Possibly her counterpart in life
Scars of years of good and bad
They shared collectively
How some things can never lie

But out that window
Rests a red cardinal
Beautifully radiant and wings to fly
How wonderful she thought, it would be
To see the world through his eyes, to have such exemption

There by his side, an attenuate female
Not quite as red, not quite as splendid
Still, they sing assembled in harmony
They're cognizant to no other way
It seems so simple, their world

She didn't observe the stars last night
She hadn't looked up as she once did
Tears thickened and eyes black as the night
And the night, still and cold
Virtually melodious to her essence



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