Saturday, August 23, 2008

Look ! There's an empty house but the lights are on.

Lay lines crossing this clock,
and intense colours upon this wall.
Wings here, and we'll fly.
A chair in the corner,
and a light.
To shine through the darkest nights
before your words soar like daggers
hunting my song.


And still I remain sitting by the fire,
care to join me ?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love the poetry you write.