ONE DAY

june 14th, 2012 11:42:56 pm

a fragile woman clinging onto the static of plastic roses

the television is blank from the crashes of steel guitars

time flew through these strands of electronic eardrums

grasping tightly on the antenna before these pictorial memories fade

 

broken beats in concert halls where I may be free

to dream is to dream and so on but not appearing on this screen

these days of whispered love songs have long passed me on

so now the time has come to breath the freedom from my glass

an intoxication of shooting star's kiss amongst strange worlds

but tonight my fragile lady we kiss under this starlight

far in the recesses of my mind there hovers many a cloudy night

as the our time floats down the river in popsicle paddle boats

 

later on tired eyes rest upon the neon lights above the nightly hour

far from the curtains of sullen thunderstorms thinking back

 responding now with a cringe to wonder how you've been

where in that thought come and passed as new attentions were drawn

peaking through these open windows

 

one day

I am home at last

one day.

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

looking back's not always fun but details reappear so easily eh?

[redd Brick Keshner]

This gave me a vision of disengagement and a sort of slipping away from the current of the river of life. Maybe that is just me... But it was a journey well worth the undertaking. Thank you kindly for sharing your poetry and thought.

[Mauricio Montoya]

was this a dream come true. Nice work.