Nov 30, 2004 01:46
Your glow and falter,
Eclipse before falling to ash
Hands clasped,
Knowing nothing could ever last
This clockwork rasp,
Lynched with threads from the past
What's your name?
Light finds the way,
although only to dissuade.
Falling from lips,
hushed words fall into back pockets
Rising into the air,
smoke forms a thin veneer
Alone together,
Eyes must be sincere
The light goes out.
The film comes into focus.
A shutter clicks.
The film advances.
A mystery solved.
Wandering solemnly in a grass field,
Hemmings path astray.
I turn away.