Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2005-11-09 22:15:00

Will

I leave them to you,
All these things
For which I dreaded waking.

The half-forgotten things
That you lose forever

And, glad to have them gone,
Regain.

All the things I would
Glance backwards for
When boarding trains

The homeward things
That you'll never leave
On any platform

No matter how you made
Them weep

Or how tightly claped
They kept their hearts
On your dresser.

They are yours,
For you are still younger
Than I

There is much for you to learn
Who do not know
What prices are to be paid.

They are yours

To be drunk for all they
Can reveal in their
Sharpness.

Do not turn from these things
Lest they fail to make you.

You are still younger than I
And cannot dare
To shy from
Such enriching tastes.