between the night and the dream
sifting through the galaxies of
things left unattended by my
ever moving soul
it was not going to be this way
the slow drift of blue notes
come pouring off the canvas
that has turned to something
apart from me
it was always going to be this way
first
no, it would need to come last
this is not an escape
all my defenses crumble
then
ah, but that is the beginning
it could never be this way
the little fool of my youth runs home
to surprise the whole of his kingdom
with magic he learned that day-
the day i disappeared
it is this way
sifting through the galaxies of
things left unattended by my
ever moving soul
it was not going to be this way
the slow drift of blue notes
come pouring off the canvas
that has turned to something
apart from me
it was always going to be this way
first
no, it would need to come last
this is not an escape
all my defenses crumble
then
ah, but that is the beginning
it could never be this way
the little fool of my youth runs home
to surprise the whole of his kingdom
with magic he learned that day-
the day i disappeared
it is this way
Written in 2005.
ReplyDeleteA bit of reflection on my life.