Chapter 62: Birth

The smell of book dust and strawberries
Always brings me back to this moment
The feel of cool brass and oak
My first sight of you
Weeping for someone
Because you couldn’t understood
People, man in all of his keys
Not much for the moment
You don’t comprehend the words spoke
Any more than they understand you
Weeping for those who can’t appreciate
The sentiment of the action
Such beauty mismatched with orange upholstery
Trees could fall and not shake your will
But the simple faults of man
Do what nothing else can
Go beyond your whims with a simple chill
You are so much, the most we
Could ever be, if we forgive out factions
And lose the desire to hate
For no reason
If we let it lay done
The day seems soured
As the rain falls from your eyes
In this place so close to my heart
Speedily beating onwards
Onto new moments and new lies
This moment has towered
After all that follows an attempt to desensitize
Me to others with which I will part
Moving through all the rewards
To which we strive
A crying girl in a library
Forever a part of me