inside and out
covered in a gloomy
color, there she sits

eyes wide open
with lashes
draping over
her baby blues

she stares
into the dimmed room
and through
a smokey haze

an ocean of
silence buries
all who wait
to listen

her blues look up
to heaven, to the abyss,
to her grandfather,
to whatever
or whomever
glares back

the onlooker's
perception then guides
the next few lines
(that fall from her mouth)
into the dreams
of the listeners
sitting 'round

is it her ideas,
or the ideas of
those before

who were
adored

that crafts her
phrases ashore
to the beaches
of shelled gore

......?

she leaves her
shady blues,
glistened
in the silence
of those who
listened

and are waiting
.....for tomorrow

03/18/2009

Author's Note: This next set is dedicated to all those strangers out there.

Posted on 03/19/2009
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