Thursday, July 19, 2007

"No" Place

in a land made of mirror
i tread in soft slippers

over the invisible infinite surface

cover my mouth to
hide my shame

over and over
and over again

i don't complain
don't make a sound

the silvery silence is
defining

and when i end
i forget
to begin

entranced by my walking
my self is gone

looking for you
once frozen sun

in the horizon i see my face
illuminated solitude and grace

"someday" i sit and sigh
reflecting in space

1 comment:

Beccas-thoughts said...

Very nice..:)
Becca