Deja vu

Waking after err and silence
amongst the wicker baskets
in a place where time sits
I took out my photo album

Sticking the needle to the beginning,singing

The only cries were when you were tired
waking upon nights shadows lurking
flexing soft fingers laughing
As I'd sigh hi my Baby

Hum my best tones resting a kiss between beats

And there we skip to golden hair
locks trimmed with timid feet
eyes of snow sky peeking
where even kings fell beneath

Long grow lashes brushing porcelain

Past flashes elementary my Dear
middle school sprint high school spirit
bareback horseback to English prim
all and awe in a grin

Hellion hellcat turning twenty one

Then flip to another page
Babe of tender yesterday
tends the cradle, rocking
Her way moving boulders over

Where all starts are carved