when the moonlit night fades into itself
a blackbird comes out
she gazes at the empty streets
looks for some familiar sounds
this world has taken over her world
- she lays low
such that she can never be found
when the moonlit night fades into itself
a hung white kite falls down
it sways amidst dense shades of gray
losing memory
of what it flew as, of what it flew for
when the moonlit night fades into itself
screeching souls cross my town
they slap their haunted lives
losing count of the one's lived; bygone
in the pitch dark night
a faithful owl counts the ones who died
and waits eagerly for the world to come alive
Shringi
16 March 2011
Painting by Craig Stephens
No comments:
Post a Comment