If Only

If you could only see me from the inside out...running in a field of flowers amid the morning dew...Supping white wine inside my thoughts...if only

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Footprints On The Rug



I stare for a long time
At your strange white face
An eye that seems to ponder
Yet never blinks

I leave this silent place
And the face that stares
How did you get there;
But I knew from inside out


Others came and left the place
A small voice is calling
Is it the face with one eye?
Yet no mouth to beckon me

Inside this room of silence
You have vanished
Another takes your place
Distorted and angry

I wonder if you moved
Or blinked an eye
I wonder if you knew
That I saw you there… briefly
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