Josiah Vermont

We don’t laugh like how we used to
You’re right- changing of the times
I can feel the breath of Autumn
these cool chilly nights
So many vibrant memories
splashed with creeks of tears
We’ve survived the hunt together,
outlasted all these years
The path we took through barley fields-
replaced with asphalt and big box stores
There they crowned Joni Mitchell queen
while burning down what she was fighting for
And you and I stood out of that crowd
as they heaped coals on roaring flames
but refused to take the witness stand
when time came to lay the blame
Those dreams we set our lives upon
even if they never get realized
They still have me holding on,
it’s worth that look in your eyes
Cried with you through Nightbird’s parting song
as she claimed that golden buzzer with ease
Still love you like I love pastureland
“I’ll be your huckleberry” down by the willow trees
I see beauty in the ancient battle
glimpse pulchritude in pain
Stay indoors through the winter months
walk miles in pouring rain
We don’t laugh like how we used to, you’re right
Changing of the times
I can feel the breath of Autumn
see tell-tale signs in facial lines
Two hearts can maintain a flame
but one alone will freeze
Love is the skeleton that’s left
when all else falls like leaves