Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I know not why...

As if silence had spoken and
the words took command,
intently I listened to the
moments demands.

Don't cry, no sorrow, no
heartache nor pain, you
have all of the memories
of life to retain.

I question most everything
from hello to goodbye and
wondered why darkness
remained inside.

Motion devised, the spin
never stops, no beginning
nor ending to the changing
of props.
Why has time taken so long to unite and
than desperately divised away to distant.

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