Nov 26 2008
In A Meandering Darkness
Darkness meanders
Around the recoiling dusk
I see the colours
Of your staggering soul
And hear the music of darkness
Of slyly spinning silence
In cloak of shuffling dagger
Striking you and me
At the strange kind of heart in sadness
The tongue fumbles
As we try to catch each other’s cold
At each other’s mumbling eyes
Never knowing the need
Of revelation so badly ordained
Never knowing how to break
The fascia of darkness
In a very truly facial understanding
It remains to be seen as it were
In eternity of being to exist
As we are never to know each other facially
Radiant in a blizzard of of uneven darkness.
