Friday, 12 June 2009

The Vanishing Dreams

like a rattle you bark your strange words
these mythological sentences crippled by pauses
your breath heavy and laboured
the dawn brings you alive
as you walk the room in shadows

outside the deep sedative of winter unfolds before our eyes
brittle - varnished in cobweb white
and you, alone in the mirror
bent in mylar shapes
your graceful neck with its deep set jewelry
collarbones like ivory pillars collapsed under love

the space between you and I is immense
your words lost in misdirected whispers
I feel almost confined
bound in blackness & repose

forgive me if I wait not for the sun to rise
the ghosts have surrounded my voice
and yours is drowned out in the vacuum

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