Images
Lost in a state of senselessness;
.. . . . . . . . . windows and doors no longer an exit;
. . . . . . . . . the only way out appears,
. . . . . . . . and then quickly fades away;
. . . . . . . a staircase leading downward
. . . . . . .into darkercells that lead to uncertainty,
. . . . . . and without my light to guide me,
. . . . . .it is useless to venture
. . . . . that is which can only be defined
. . . . .by twirling circles with your fingers,
. . . . and the choice to fret into darkness.

Images of sunlight on my face emerge in the soft light,
and shade I know exists isn't visible
when the door knocks three times,
and falls silent in the oblivious breeze.
I sit quitely in the chair,
near the window, and across the room,
starting at the knob's slow turn -
on click, ,and then a second,
though the third never comes.

Family pictures shake on the wall,
and I shiver in the cold,
for we both are one;
and infinate force that lives in despair,
hung upon a mantle and forgotten.
Vivaldi plays in the background,
only my eyes can move back and forth,
watching my body flow through wind
like a weightless feather cought in an updraft.

Blades of grass tickle my feet
as thunder flashes, and lightning breaks the silence
reflecting into my brown eyes.
Rainy skies battle feilds of snow
as my shivers stop and warmth hits my face,
but there is no sun;
only darkness, wind, and a burning tree.

It tumbles over my body, and I begin to burn.
-Unknown
- posted by Catherine @ 5/04/2004 07:19:00 AM