blinded
I knew who I was – then
I know who I am – just now
I know not who I will be – next
My visions Come No more
I knew who I was – then
I know who I am – just now
I know not who I will be – next
My visions Come No more
In the summer night
light as a feather
fluttering silken
In the autumn chill
waying in heavy
stiffer still
In the midwinter frost
a burden unreal
hibernating
The coming of spring
most blessed of times
awakening
In shadows of self
I wander
trying hard to find
the way out
In my early years
I tried keeping
a diary alive
(HOW SAD A READ IT WAS…)
It died
These days I
feed the
Tumblr monster
(…)
not much has changed
I say
The fading memories of
being loved
is the perceived fading the actual truth
or
are the memories in fact
just plainly false
Once I came twice but
fast asleep you never
noticed. Your ignorance
and my bliss still
puzzling
monsoon rain washing up laundry
no re-run required
call me never more again and again
the light insufficient insignificant
reflections of you in mirrors
burning bright
my matches are wet
your tambourine twitching amiss
as our rosebuds
awaiting spring
Always out of tune
Just slightly off where
I ought to be
Never catching the break
that was part of the plan
Set out from the start
to fail I wonder
No results
Nothing to show for
No life
No more
No
Moving on – letting go
I never could
my suitcase full
dragging decades of
make believe
The pace aslowing
as autumn leaves
falling
the final steps
the hardest
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Reblogging cause.. well.. she’s the knife that cuts through the mist… and it is December… and mist… โค