The Heart
My dreams are black and white and grainy grey.
My paint colours are silence and a lost pathway.
The last night was filled with restless sleep.
The lights were off and I wandered from room to room
searching.
This morning was a strange day.
There was hail in the morning.
The presentation was great.
We wandered the walkaways of the Quay.
Paul tried to chase Seagulls.
Lu talked about her past.
It was like a painting come to life.
I was filled with envy.
I can only remember a litte.
Perhaps I should retitle my log' Search for the past".
Paul tried to give help whenever possible
but he is busy with his own life and studies.
Papers to be written, stories to be edited.
Ideas to be formed and candles to be burnt out
when he stays up another late night and rushes off to
school with curly uncombed hair
Whether it be a bus ride or a car ride.
I can only imagine the summerdays
when I was a lot younger.
Before the city of V_______ became my home.
I can remember the trees
they had limbs and arms and moved them.
the wind it tickled.
my brother (?) pulling on my tail.
the river the colour of cinnamon or hot indian tea.
Me sunning myself. the rock a continent
looming
and the night when the moon was fat and swollen
and full of her hours.
I could remember the stars, a thousand million electric
lights.
It hurt my head to stare up in wonder
and try to count every one
get to know them all as friends.
Alain
My paint colours are silence and a lost pathway.
The last night was filled with restless sleep.
The lights were off and I wandered from room to room
searching.
This morning was a strange day.
There was hail in the morning.
The presentation was great.
We wandered the walkaways of the Quay.
Paul tried to chase Seagulls.
Lu talked about her past.
It was like a painting come to life.
I was filled with envy.
I can only remember a litte.
Perhaps I should retitle my log' Search for the past".
Paul tried to give help whenever possible
but he is busy with his own life and studies.
Papers to be written, stories to be edited.
Ideas to be formed and candles to be burnt out
when he stays up another late night and rushes off to
school with curly uncombed hair
Whether it be a bus ride or a car ride.
I can only imagine the summerdays
when I was a lot younger.
Before the city of V_______ became my home.
I can remember the trees
they had limbs and arms and moved them.
the wind it tickled.
my brother (?) pulling on my tail.
the river the colour of cinnamon or hot indian tea.
Me sunning myself. the rock a continent
looming
and the night when the moon was fat and swollen
and full of her hours.
I could remember the stars, a thousand million electric
lights.
It hurt my head to stare up in wonder
and try to count every one
get to know them all as friends.
Alain