Sunday, 23 October 2011

"she wasn't doing a thing that i could see, except standing there"

a sky of violet
diluted with morning.

erik satie plays.

whilst sleeping
you undress my dreams

slowly fading the memory.
old bite marks on hands.

at the vanishing of the light i wonder
for what it is you pray.

i think about the lone flower on the stair.

and you
born from dust
blown and shaped by the wind.




title taken from a line from "a girl i knew" by j.d.salinger

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

i think you were born to break my heart... much admiration, shad

alvaro barcala said...

cella anita celic said...

... and you
born from dust
blown and shaped by the wind.

o my dear C. i really hope that these steps of mine slowly but certainly are leading me to my story :)

for your devotion i am sending you my ♥