Day: March 25, 2007

time

like butterflies
words and feelings
float about
in the semi dark neon ness
uncatchable
invisible
except, for a blur

suddenly you realise
something small
has been woven into you
a fleeting feeling
that could have been but a dream
that you will never know
if you imagined
will wake you restless in the night
your heart full of fear and longing

seeing you,
could not have come better timed
and yet fear swells with anxiety
what will tomorrow bring?
what will the years unfold?
something small
has been woven into me …
it will forever float about me
like a shroud
of a faintly undiscernible
smell
or a memory
or a flower
or a shroud
which is it to be?
what will time unfold?

thorns

when is too much too much

time decides it afresh for each of us. we choose a thorn and push ourselves into it as far as we can bear the pain … and then pause, take a breath and push in some more … all for the singing … or so says the legend