Friday, March 30, 2012

the sibilance of dawn

life,
slips through my fingers,
like the sun,
slips through the blinds,
memories,
are ghosts,
that slip from my mind,
pain,
is my wise council,
helps me hold the line,
love,
runs too fast,
I slip behind,


loneliness,
is an angel,
her lips slip from mine.

















2 comments:

Fisheye Lens said...

I recognize this feeling. Like trying to grab hold of a refracted beam of light. Time does slip through our hands, and seeps between the cracks in our minds. Perhaps one day, like my father, I will only aspirate the sounds of sibilance.

Old Ollie said...

a powerful piece HP