Every single passing moment, falling into place, <br />Nothings simply black and white here, alls in inner space. <br />I’ve walked so many miles to be here, to be with you when you smile <br />Why am I still stood here waiting, do you deem this punishment or trial <br /> <br />Are you the queen of hearts, my friend, or is there patience in your blood? <br />Is everything you hold within locked away or understood? <br />Colours running deeper than I ever thought they could <br />Tainting the memories of something I could have done but knew I never would <br /> <br />I’m searching for an answer, I’m running out of time <br />Down the rabbit hole, I’m here, there must be something lost to find. <br /> <br />And then when I keep secrets, of all I’ve held and hold <br />And when I’m running from the memories that used to make me cold <br />Now and then they warm me up again, the blood within my veins <br />is pumping through my heart again, no more falling with the rain. <br /> <br />A flood upon a mushroom, a garden ruined in time <br />And always running onwards, I’ll dream that you are mine<br /><br />David Lacey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flood-upon-a-mushroom/
