As the night begins to dream
As the moments click within the corridors of time
the hungriest gestures of a smile
the shutter opens in the cloud
the aperture of light breaks into day
birds brood in your sleep
voices from the haunted world
carcass of stars
like the bones of night
shine upon the face
in the tremble of enlightment
the thoughts between the pen
running into light
the inner dwelling of the universe
planets tumble decimal points
equations of mystery
can mereley words fill the voids
the punctuation of life
seems so precise
so infinite
the gods
adift.
clarissa mckone
Fri 21st Mar 2008 01:39
HI Neil, I really enjoyed reading this poem and thinking about the words used.I like the poem, its deep and makes us think.I kinda think that some times in life, may need silence, no words can make some times any better.Voids in life, wow, yeah Im sure I have had them. thanks