Friday, October 19, 2012

Erased promise? Promised erasure??

The tears on the white sheets
our pink, calm night
spreads on the wrinkled folds between us.

It is a new day
dewy morning
soaking us in the time past.

The window open
the doors shut
eyes open
time shut...

Each ray of dawn
erases the past
each morning
buries us there - where we were.

What will you do?
Bury the past?
Or kiss it away
for a new present?

It is yet another morning
without you
in some strange way
with you....