People passing quickly
Through an ending summer,
As if in haste for autumn.
Teeming city streaming
Faces touching ages,
Drowning in a misty past.
Shapeless figures crowding
A darkened stage in silence,
Glaring down upon today.
Cobbled streets are leading
Bodies back and forth the hours,
Spent in passing by.
© jsmorgane (Aug 04)
Through woodland and forest
I run, I run,
The city dimming behind me.
Friends grow away
As I run and run,
My many skins shedding.
My scars erased
I run and run,
Myself falling from me.
In shadows, in lightning,
Now running, now slowing,
A batter against closed eyelids.
… pause… breathe…
Earthen colours
Sink through skin…
The birds have stopped their tales.
The wind has caught his breath.
Soaked in silence, waning…
When from the void
A voice invokes
My name.
© jsmorgane (Nov 09)
Just because a pair of grey eyes seems wide-open and honest I don’t need to write about it.
© jsmorgane (June 08)
