Sunday, October 19, 2014

The Wake

I play  in the snow , keys stained by broken souls fallen on black and white porcelain ashes , foot steps crowd an empty dream as I wipe rusted drawn eyes 

It's left here in print with no proof of existence as the snow falls my brass buttons freeze , pink lips open in disbelief 

In the memory of this funeral procession
Of the final moment when I stood eye to eye  in front of you searching every moment 
To find one to grasp your heart so you would stay 
But you looked into my eyes
Then you looked away