your memory
a spreading pool of blood
the dichotomous moon
of your eyes, reflects & relates
the tales you told so lucidly
burred edges
burnt pages from your life
fell like ash
across furrowed plains of mind
your glow is eternal fog
to my nights
pregnant with secret rain
i am waiting to be drenched
the tales you told so lucidly
burred edges
burnt pages from your life
fell like ash
across furrowed plains of mind
your glow is eternal fog
to my nights
pregnant with secret rain
i am waiting to be drenched
your shadow is black silence
your presence is sonar
to my pointless revolutions
i try to cast hope
into your murky depths
with you as bait, the hook is pain
yet this notion seems dyslexic now
in light of the slow dissolution
of your memory . . .
to my pointless revolutions
i try to cast hope
into your murky depths
with you as bait, the hook is pain
yet this notion seems dyslexic now
in light of the slow dissolution
of your memory . . .
