sitting outside, all is quiet and serene
the night air hints of winter soon,
time steps aside ...

and suddenly, I step through memory's sleepy stead
for a moment or two
I'm back to back when,
back to where I began before you
sadness envelopes, darkness ensues
overwhelming at best
what to do...

shall I stay here and wander
among answers unknown
languishing really, in this mystical place
observers appear cloaked in shadows severe
peering in, watching ever closer
their breath on my shoulder, waiting
anticipating,
salivating secrets drip to the floor
and I'm slipping farther away
from the truth
of what I came here for ...

09/20/2007

Posted on 09/20/2007
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