I talked so much,
All that incessant chatter.
But alas nothing would matter
No image to savour in your memory remain.
So much for speaking without refrain.
For in all that noise,
Was forgotten a reflection of my Soul's voice.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sailing through roads in darkness.
Curiosity straining for light keeps awake.
Catch glimpses of stories, speculate.
Wells of light shining out on the river,
Each view slithers past like a snake.
Awakening time of unearthly beauties,
This night will intoxicate.