Friday, July 15, 2011

Maybe tomorrow

I dance with flames and poets at my feet
Raise the dust of forgotten memoirs
Stillness greets the laughter in the streets
What does this silence want from me

Relinquish all my timeless memories
The weight of heavy burdens collapse
As I walk behind the blind
Hardness still to be captured in time

As the autumn bleeds around me
I take apart the dust from the sorrow
Cast a look to the sign
Calls me to look behind tomorrow

Too feeble to call the tune
Embraced in razorblades of forgiveness
Should I wait for this fable to begin
As it waits right outside buried in the sand

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