700 Fairfax

700 Fairfax planted seed’s

scattered across the dreams of youth.

Romantic images, now that we are older

Like Honey to water.

That was the place that shaped us.

A mason jar full of innocence

Mixing wine with desert(ed) dreams of tomorrow

We became Rivulets to Rivers

Tributaries to the sea.

They can write us down in history

with certainty of truth.

We once held the promise of the world

Our secrets we have kept.

Some say we were the fire

Some say we were the change

the future gets caught in the cracks of the past

lines blur in the game.

Now that we are older

Our paths cross in houses made of home.

That was the place that shaped us

From this place we roam.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s