Thursday, January 19, 2012


Could I be a myth, fragment of someones imagination
Could I be far away, nearer to no wants
Possibilities if you let them come over
But again they might change. Possible.

Walking the same way
The road knows where you go
I wonder where the path really is
A fork and you & I are back at the start.

Dark nights, the moon & starry knights blink
The invisible hands of breeze, ghosts behind the curtains
I stifle a yawn, squeeze the sleep away
Tearing eyes struggle
New and forgotten nightmares queued up.

Disjoint thoughts, floating in the sea of memories
Long forgotten, dulled, sketchy details
Vivid, blurred, fogged by imagined details.

I ramble along.