Daisy Chains and Pot

Those were the days. Sitting in
my overgrown backyard. Getting
stoned to Zeppelin and the Doors.
Your laugh, ringing through the
garden. Your smile, brighter than
the Summer sun. We'd make
daisy chains and lie in the soft
grass and talk.

I remember once you said you
cared and you made that promise
in the form of purple daisy chains.
I still think about those times every
now and then. They're what get me
through a hard day, through long
nights. The thought of your kisses,
your touch, your soul tickling mine.
The the sun, the pot, how we made
love in the long grass.

My rock n roll goddess putting my
demons to sleep with her gaze. My
dark haired princess silencing my
dark side with her illuminating smile.
My silly girl with her daisy chains
brightening my day with her love for
me. I still look out into the desolate
darkness of my once full of life garden
and see the shadows of what used to
be. I see the spirits of the past reenacting
my favourite moments. And it's a
knife through my heart, my love.