bryyn - daffodil



at the end of the road is a daffodil

waiting for me

on a hillside next to the sea

of promises ive made

that fell through

and i love yous

for who knows why



laced in the spaces

is a silver thread

that is the only difference

between now and the edge

and something tells me

tomorrow will be the same

and something whispers

this will never end



are you here 

or a face in the clouds

one day ill know for sure

before then 

ill watch 

as the wind blows you by