head on a blue velvet cloak.
One step ahead of my go to another
unfolds,
thin and raw wool yarn,
between the winding paths of life.
on everything stretches the black hood of the sky.
angles known, fragments of soul,
follow each other in front of my eyes,
like the beads of a necklace,
slow walk by my side.
ink droplets fill the air. The shadows glide on the road
sweet companions this trip destination and departure
cause and purpose.
Cold as the illusion
the night falls and settles on the roofs. Notes
far come to my ear
enter me, dancing in the deep
read like excerpts of organza. Blank
wings play with my thoughts
you wrap them in a game already chasing
already known melodies recalling words already heard,
etched into the abyss.
Only now I see a thousand splinters of glass twinkling
embedded in the dark time,
Immesi fragments, thoughts
glittering in the dark.
needles of light shining up the night,
my night.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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