27 September 2010

COVERED IN MY RUIN


"Words without thoughts never to heaven go."


I left you here,
covered in my ruin

I returned once more to the place now covered in soil. A tunnel to a new world. A different one which is now unrecognizable. How many faces will I pass as the wind blows my hair. And remains. Unnoticed. It is supposed to be that way because my thoughts will fade. But they have not yet disassembled themselves into the right place. I walk through the soil with my shadow--my feet on manicured ground and my black hole of memories bring longing for peace. O, maybe until the next time this lesson is learned.