Thursday, August 04, 2011


The night invested in him
Myriads of understanding

"I just want to run"

Breathe and be
Simple and quiet
Like the faintest whisper

"I'm tired of being alone"

Half filled glasses
Shattering the night
With their merry voices
Tinkling crystal
And exploding emotions

Till the days began to sing
He would say
She would say
Till the days began to twist and fade

No more a whisper,
No more anything.

1 comment:

Pat Tillett said...

Very good Tim. I really like it. Especially the last two lines. What a great ending. (not so much for them, but for the peom).