Tuesday, January 25, 2011

your memory.

your memory.

Rummaging through old and
New seasons
Throwing kisses upon
My sleep
Folding up my fragile smile
Reflecting in waters as tranquil
As I can not stand
Forever and never webbed in
An old haunted tree  
Seeping your voice inside
Quiet halls where old lovers
Dance to scattered prose
Pouring trails of snowflakes
Upon July grass
To slip me up for
The summer

Standing still and
Completely clear
In the zooming past of


photograph here
poetry copyrighted by me here

1 comment:

Rachel said...

this blog is so lovely and gorgeous!