…And time stands still in the stains of my tea cup
and the blossom dies
still she shivers.
Cold biting winds
A childhood nightmare in a nutshell
as my toes dance
Cloud dreams rush past
An orchestra beats in my chest
And cars speed in suburban streets
the splatter of ruby hitting my cheeks
Cold biting winds

a woman gets up
a thousand rebirths . . .
Seeking the light, souls revealed
Heed the writing on the walls
Attuned to the heartbeat of silence,
Misunderstood anomalies
Crescent moon smiles down
The blue slowly rises
Colors scintillating into the ether
Meets eyes, gives sighs


Ian V. Seymour ©2011

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