Forever in circles…
The day spins, the rain falls
Hands sweep an elegant arc

Touch makes happiness
And a feeling of reality
Feeling her way through the world
Separating the dream from the sight
The vision of colour
And fiction in monochrome

Her hair, caught by the breeze
Draws countless pictures
Against a scarlet sky

Her eyes betray her soul…
The fear in her heart
Growing, second by minute by hour
Tainting her every day
Taking the lustre from the stars

And the moon inexorably rises
A haunting, silver disc
Presiding over a world of grey

And the moon dips once more
Hidden by a darkening horizon

But no Sun rises.
No colour arrives
And her eyes of icy steel
Continue to survey the landscape
The world spread before her
Her realm of nowhere

And her hair is invisible…
Blending with the emptiness
Of the sky behind her

The rain has died
But the day still spins
And the hands still sweep
And the fear still grows…

One day, one day.

03/07/2001

Posted on 03/29/2004
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