From the dark shadows of his soul, a man sits alone in a room
The dim lights of the chandelier, dance a lover’s dance with the sunlight,
as their shadows watch in amazement.
In a notebook he scribbles ….
The man stares through a window, lined with red brick.
Each brick has a memory.
Every crack is another splinter of his past.
Each line unraveling another riddle…
Out the window a tree stands firm.
He looks upon the branches and sees the path he has taken.
The spouting limbs remind him
that there are so many more to travel.
Each verse a different path….
He sees birds on the window sill and branches of the tree.
Their breasts flex, as their song fills the morning air
In a moment, they will soar boundless and free…
Through the untamed rapture of life.
Each page closes another door of the past…
His quill stops, as he gazes upon the hanging Spanish moss …
He wonders if he will live life to its fullest?
By experiencing the journey of each breath,
and welcoming new friendships, while cherishing old ones
Or will he….
Close the notebook, leaving 1000 things unspoken,
while fading into dust of the dark shadows in his mind?
6/2/2011 01:27:39 pm
Not if I have a damn thing to do with it he won`t
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