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Brian Sarfati Nov 2012
rise up and let go of the sunset
let it sink beneath the waves and
eventually
moon will follow
up from the clouds
beaming and teaming
lifelight and dreaming.

let shattered heart
split open
and out will bloom
lilies and daisies
the world has never known,
and seashores awaking
the you that is never shown.
Brian Sarfati Nov 2012
Today is a dream
Tomorrow is a dream
And Everyday is a river
In which I am a boat
Paddling with my Memory
Towards some distant bank.

(Faces and Places–
Reflections in the Water;
Ripple as I wade)
Brian Sarfati Nov 2012
Dripdrop dripdrop

     The umbrella on the drops makes a tiniest splattering
     Of collected shades of transparency: Memory
     And the whitenoise of the rain

(step step splatter ripple)

     Serve to recolour in sepia shades
     Even the grayest seconds
     of Yesteryear’s faces and embraces.

(Drip
     drop
          drip
     Drop)
Brian Sarfati Nov 2012
Don’t be so distant,
My silent dream, my darling.
Come closer, come speak with me.
There’s nothing I’d rather want.

Let me embrace you
So my heart can swallow you whole,
Softly, like a feathered wing
Around a little  young bluebird.
And inside you will be safer
Than in a safest safe.

{[(sound asleep; contained)]}

My heart will protect you
From all sorrows and lonelinesses and
Other such nasty things
As a shell protects a baby turtle
Or as the petals of a flower at night
Envelops its dearest secrets.

Come closer, dear.

Speak with me.
Brian Sarfati Nov 2012
tomorrow is my birthday
they’ll bake a cake and sing
to a bird with a broken wing.

what little hopes i found
(seashells in the sound)
are lost and have gone away.

under darkest lights
i’ve learned to cry ’till dawn
and still keep crying on.

tomorrow is my birthday
but that won’t change a thing.
it’s not like you’ll ever give me a ring.

the sun is bright
but it feels like night
and all the world is grey.

there’s magic if i want to believe
and there are worlds out there to touch
but i don’t care for magic or worlds very much.

yesterday i died, today i haunt.
but tomorrow is my birthday
and its only you i want.
Brian Sarfati Nov 2012
Dim alone
night after night
windowstaring at stars
under a flickering desklight.

unseeing unbelieving,
but dreaming the glassy hours away.

let music play
note after note
after note of alone
through this dim always.

who cannot sleep
who stares
undoing unmoving
as night after night is shed
like a cocoonshell bed
for an enormous butterfly.
Brian Sarfati Nov 2012
one day i was a fish
swimming with many other fish
within an arctic sea.

there were so many lines;
they came from the sky
and went down
down
down
and ended in cherry plastic.

fish who bit them were pulled up
into the surface
(where we were told never to go)
i’ve heard it’s a whole new world up there.

the red was beautiful
the surface was new
i bit.
(i couldn’t help it)
and rode a hook to the hole in the sky

out i shot.
who knew the surface was so free?
it’s a shame i’ll need to breathe soon.

but it’s alright; i’m just dreaming.

nobody would want a fish like me.

— The End —