𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 | Poetry

𝘔𝘐𝘋𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘈𝘎𝘌

Music entered my brain-
A carriage held- out the door,
I put my faint yellow dress on,
Future, present, reality;
Let them be unknown tonight.

I stepped into the carriage-
Just one soul for the trip- We drove;
We drove fast- past deserts,
We drove slow- by dry forests,
We came to a halt- before a meadow,
Leaf tips topped with morning dew...

We drove further- haste was unknown-
Until I started feeling a spark in my heart-
Once was dying, re-lit
Came right from my heart,
Lead our carriage to places;

A twinkly little dancing spark
Twirled and flew around as I chased it-
I stopped as it lead me into a classroom
Where I was talking with you-
Where the spark started igniting

Unforgivable as the spark lead me
Down the memory lane- came to the show,
The nearly end of us, the spark twirled around
Where we were standing by a window
On a sprinkling chill night, next to the classroom-

At the end of the night I stepped out of the carriage
Back to the twenty fourth lane
Where you were trapped behind a screen
But my soul is bound to be there for you in need
Even behind the screen.

A/N: Have you ever taken a trip down along your memories attached to certain music when you listen to them