Sunday, August 8, 2010
The night seems long to you,
but am waiting here, since dawn,
I have chanied myself to these roads,
Hoping to see the sky in that same color.
When we drove through streets,
never knowing the end
or the path we began?
Like feathers, we ranged
through the music of the wind.
Like leaves , we swam
Through rivers, and rain .
And the sky turned to purple papers,
we built up our houses,on boats and planes,
painted the walls with pied fingers,
travelled in a metre,
years of summers and winters.
I was like silence, like drops
a million in an ocean, still alone.
And you came like words, like water
that could pass through walls,
holes and cracks.
when you crawled through my door,
that the world passed by,
but no one saw it before?
Like bricks, I was
bordered in a wall, but abandoned.
Like song, you were
Beautiful in words, yet silent.
And the sky never again turned to purple papers,
but remained as broken strings and secrets
upon your lips, that could never sing,
a song of harvest,
or of those houses in spring,
or of those streets where I am still waiting ,
hoping may be its you, everytime it rains.
Posted by Street - Walker at 8:29 AM