Monday, 10 October 2011

learning to sing like the trees and the grass

correlations are mapped
between undetermined lines.

between the moons
- my third eye.

the heart's burden,
that knows
like a changing seascape
the delicate kiss
of water and sky.

of fragility and power.

of white static fizzing,
but not behind bone,
where there is anything
(everything) but dark silence.

4 comments:

Timo said...
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Anonymous said...

lovely lovely words as always ms. poirot..;)

withoutwordswouldyouknow said...

"Aha!" She says, twiddling her moustache. (And what a fine moustache). "Is that you?"

Thank you
;)

Anonymous said...

yes,thee ONE and only me...