an evening filled with a glass of red wine
the soul silently weeps in time
the wait..the wait is endless
figments of heart shattered in brine
i am falling away in a bottomless pit
they chew my soul..bit by bit
i shout i cry i ask why
the panache, the polish, the poise lost in a poinless poignant eve
am left with a stubble of memories lost in a frame
some real, some part of the game
my mind baffled, oscillates between the questions and the near questions
"was red the color of the sky when you left?
did you feel something when u left me bereft?
can blood ever take the cold color of blue?
was it all blase' or a part of it was true?
is it possible to relive a lost symphony?
can the dream sand castle be saved from the violent sea?"
questions plenty~a lost meander
maybe the answers wait..sumwhere lost in space
where time is null..feelings are green
na'ivity prevails..a place to be
i am a foreigner in the land of mist
the evening was something to talk about..to list.
Fri Jul 13, 2007 1:34 pm
...hmm... *stands up..sits down again* 