Tuesday, January 08, 2008

times way

disembodied voices came from the shadows of the abyss light

reciting passages snatched randomly

spoken quietly ...

a songstress underneath the weight of the dreamwords rose to distract the gauze scrim

hanging like a torn wedding dress

dreaming of love ...

a billowed skypath ending at a door blocked by sandbags reminding

that no journey may ever begin

nor end in death ...

the eyes pleaded mercy or rebelled in boredom not daring to share
the fears so near to darkness

or simply waiting ...

for what?

- See: Poetry

:: note :: ... students work on Mary's Wedding ... Proust Swann's Way voices at home ... we all in our ways search for lost time ...