Remember Back In The Halcyon Days? Poem by Victoria Annette Bailey

Memories of heroin, blank paper and pens
Her and her smiling eyes
I painted her face of a white-washed wall
In shades of blue and old-times.
I carved her name on my tongue, with my undamaging lies
In the dark where the Sun cannot mock,
But the moonlight bore witness and my secret was spread,
My crime woven into hard rock.
In the Halcyon Days, before I admitted my mind,
We'd stay out in the vigilant park,
Laugh at our stories of hate and desire
And leave to be home before dark.