the sound of your voice incites a spark
reminding me of what I thought
was certainly,
long forgotten.
with you, I want to bend back the boundaries
tug on those hours and days,
and give us eons
decades even,
I'd settle for a weekend or two
and yet, you remain,
this mystery ...
are we not out of time
or has time simply run out,
banished now to the land of the forgone
conclusion.
memory drips around
faltering hope,
the dimming of embers
against this upcoming winter,
as we struggle against
being alone
on this
forsaken road,
this sad refrain...
(10/23/2008.ajs)
6 comments:
Posted by George Hoerner on 10/23/08 at 04:14 PM
Nice write lady but we all end up alone. And unfortunately this happens whether or not we are with someone.
Hello George... thank you for your comments. I know this is true, but it still is nice to have that life companion.. alisa
Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/23/08 at 05:24 PM
... memory drips around... I love this imagery.....
Thanks, Joe.
Posted by Anastasia Selby on 10/27/08 at 07:10 PM
bend back the boundaries...what a great image.
Thank you, Anastasia....;-)
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