Maybe these wonders
that float by the bed
of the wandering traveler
will ever find peace
to the rivers it washed
on the shore of tomorrow
but the train has departed
time itself frozen
in ice-trays for scalding
hot yesterdays
lollipop remnants
askew in the hallway
of this rundown shack
rewind the
disk so as to portray
all the shame felt
by this day
we say Hello..
hands waved to the sky
as rainbows descend
heaven above like wings
white as the
snow, but pure like
nothing seen before
we dance...
mixtures of speech
blend like smoothies
of strawberry finess
every stripe, every spot make
the gold seams of the dress
stars wear. year
after year it grows
to burst with
confetti they float and
we stare...
blankly each moment
is blurred
muddy images pierce the walls
drip do they fall like rain
on the ground covered in
petals and petals of flowers
so red but yellow
we hug...
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:50 AM UTC
Maybe these wonders
that float by the bed
of the wandering traveler
will ever find peace
to the rivers it washed
on the shore of tomorrow
but the train has departed
time itself frozen
in ice-trays for scalding
hot yesterdays
lollipop remnants
askew in the hallway
of this rundown shack
rewind the
disk so as to portray
all the shame felt
by this day
we say Hello..
hands waved to the sky
as rainbows descend
heaven above like wings
white as the
snow, but pure like
nothing seen before
we dance...
mixtures of speech
blend like smoothies
of strawberry finess
every stripe, every spot make
the gold seams of the dress
stars wear. year
after year it grows
to burst with
confetti they float and
we stare...
blankly each moment
is blurred
muddy images pierce the walls
drip do they fall like rain
on the ground covered in
petals and petals of flowers
so red but yellow
we hug...
