lunedì 27 febbraio 2012
why am I there -
Why - am I there
Left to interpret
Sifting out dreams
Thinking of words
Calling our names
Shaping our worlds – imagining
His thoughts of her,
Escapee, a dreamer fencing out reality;
their bond of love, revisited, restored,
thriving anew, brought together to face the sand and the stones.
Shying away from the sun, and furthest still from the moon,
The silent star stretched its quiet progress, out and up, before and past the sunset and the horizon.