i missed you too much today,
it is never like this.
no, no,
i do not like this.
the bright lights turn white to form a big blank
page across which the memory waltz in picture play--
no, no,
look, there is that bridge, no, yes, and look,
there sit you and i.
no.
i prefer to only see it when i close my damn
eyes, not like this.
i must paint it black again to a scene where there is nothing
but a fleeting dream or too.
to one where there is merely a woman who sits
and types out the daily news,
her red nails clacking away before she throws the papers up
to waiting angels hand.
i prefer those days to these.
the light flickered through holy stained glass, i put the pen back in my
shirt and prayed up.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Hello. This post is likeable, and your blog is very interesting, congratulations :-). I will add in my blogroll =). If possible gives a last there on my blog, it is about the Teclado e Mouse, I hope you enjoy. The address is http://mouse-e-teclado.blogspot.com. A hug.
Post a Comment