venerdì 24 dicembre 2010

After a Time

After a time
The ridge began to make sense
And so the region and so the far outreaches.
And after a while
It all came back
Fell into place
And the shouting, and the frenzy,
And the freezing rain, and the hailing storms
Ceased to batter my migrained soul.
There, I started crying,
and my eyes stopped seeing for a time.
Then came the sun, and the sea was rough, howling against the stony walls.
I walked awhile, lost in thought and deep enmeshed in a soul-less dreamscape, lonely and lost, without you there by my side.

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