Dust in the fading light,
catching the eye
as the wind catches,
cradles us
in a loving embrace.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Unperceived Thoughts (Merrily Onto Folly)
Words are falling.
Cascading,
tripping over themselves again.
I saw your face again,
reflected
in the mirror of my mind.
I sat here waiting.
Promises from years past
as I laid,
not knowing your sincerity
from pillow talk
in the middle of the night.
What mere abstract
was you
and
which were the lies
I made up
so I could sleep at night?
On and on,
so this story goes,
merest whispers on the wind
as I wait.
As ash and age
surely will follow,
and I,
am I,
fool and hopefully hopeless
to every bitter end.
Smiles with tears.
Crisscrossing
and
falling with the night.
Cascading,
tripping over themselves again.
I saw your face again,
reflected
in the mirror of my mind.
I sat here waiting.
Promises from years past
as I laid,
not knowing your sincerity
from pillow talk
in the middle of the night.
What mere abstract
was you
and
which were the lies
I made up
so I could sleep at night?
On and on,
so this story goes,
merest whispers on the wind
as I wait.
As ash and age
surely will follow,
and I,
am I,
fool and hopefully hopeless
to every bitter end.
Smiles with tears.
Crisscrossing
and
falling with the night.
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