still bright
Today I read the poems we wrote so long ago. It was like opening the door of a room closed for a long time to find the scent of past dreams floating inside, and I felt as if I were setting back the hands of a magic clock. bewitched by fate to mark only the hours I forgot, but remembering was sad... like the reflection of a star in a well and I found our love to be now so far... as far as heaven must seem to those dwelling in hell, that love that smiled when it was burning hot as if it didn't... Sign in to see full entry.