My OperaTRUDGING ALONG (With words to follow)
Tuesday, March 7, 2006 6:09:29 AM
Trudging along
a crumpled page in my life
revisiting mold
and slimy things
that have dried up
Inhaling dust from old books
I've never read
but always planned to,
I walk alone seeking
your hand
Reflections of ghosts
above me
through coffee cups
they swirl in steam
towards my eyes
When my levees are breeched
I will stay
on the couch
smiling for you
my lovely freind
If to love and be loved
is to feel the
sunshine
from both sides
then I've been casting shadows
Caress the numbers
with trembling digits
fumbling for the snooze
to sleep again
and remember you
Graveyards of ideas
never embraced
and six feet of regret
that yearns to
thrust itself upward
like the daisies.
