Mar 21, 2011 00:02
Understanding
breaks
(shatters explosively)
falls to the ground
and the shards
look beautiful
strewn about
they seem
as if they belong there
torn apart
set apart
from each other
but able to move clumsily
together
(Thoughts dance
about
unheard
and unknown,
dancing in a lonely language
that nobody can understand
and they lead
to a strange lucidity
that makes an orphan
out of this boy)
Sometimes
the city is naked
and I can see
the scars
that are hidden
from view
(Is there not something
to believe in
something to unite
this multitude
that swings
through the days
as Spring composes herself
and kisses Winter serenely
[a mercifully gentle goodbye])
Meaning
will have its revenge
some day
and take us away
from what we've created
until then
let me in
and let me go
(Secrets,
left alone,
are pieces
of what is forgotten,
so move along,
just move along)
The streets become exposed
and the sun shines down
the days become longer,
painted by blue skies
and fresh rain
yet still,
I am sorry