Poem to ‘Time’



Triangle box is empty

Blank pages silent

So I must speak to morning

Turn your color on



I kept coins in my pocket

Music in the wind

Electricity in the kitchen

Echoes in my dream



We lived the dream

Slept retrieval

Always came back to the beginning

I gave her her own



She knew the magic

Came with some witness

Dancing through mist

Thinking it was fog



I tremble turn and sigh

Hold the hands of the clock

Give memory back

Tie myself to a tree by the river



Tracking flashing pictures

Of sinking heads fading tones

Taking the melody

Of who knew where we were then



Take a chance on the fall

Go out into the night

Follow the candle

Shadows sing out

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 07/25/2009 05:14PM by petersz.

pete, I like the way you look back in time without becoming nostalgic. A good read.

Les

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Edited 8 time(s). Last edit at 07/26/2009 06:28PM by les712.

Well a wild spirited kid that's all I can say

Thanks for all three responses, and, yes Les, it's ok if you mess with my texts...I might learn something.

amo to all,

Peter