Saturday, May 28, 2011

The wall by my side

Sometimes, a déjà vu, a memory gripping the hold,
like I am under a shed
a shed, where I think I was born
to listen,
and to devote an era in searching
the light,
caught between some petite plaster,
like a firefly
with white wings, and hollow
searching for a silver candle,
to be seen.

I feel my echo in some ears,
readily passing
my body,
to a place, I remember,
long back visited,
I still, was walking when
the songs of her
wafted to me, and
there was

1 comment:

Susie Swanson said...

Thank you for taking me with you. This is great. Hopefully I'm back among the blogger. Time will tell. You have a great weekend... Susie