Monday, November 05, 2007


For today is the day
And tomorrow is away
I will always be the same
Future framed in liquid clay

For seconds are like arrows
Thin and sharp and twin bladed
This place allows me to forgive
(my defenses allow no pride)

For this garden is my soul
And around here I won't grow
Neither their roses or bushes
Or your floating kiss that soon tells me it never happened

For the lights are too weak to stand for too long
For this branch is thin and I'll keep it strong
For my tears are old, dusted ice that breaks on the floor
For I am the dumbest of the dumbest and I don't know how to conclude

As I think how easy it is to be and to hide
For this is the end of a try
Of trying and not keeping

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