Friday, August 10, 2007

What You Know

She was…
the last echo of a pale intimation,
tactfully challenged and superficially free,
tightly pursed emotions speaking in thinly veiled animations,
windows to her soul coloured in a yellowish hue.


I thought…
time moves like a tacit ally; not an enemy.
That reconciling our private war could be done like before;
compassion growing omnipresent with intimacy;
sublimations of anger could be contorted into love;
looking through the keyhole of a closed door,
don’t yield secrets worth knowing.


We wished…
foreseeable obstacles lost their transparency in the blinding light of truth;
gliding through tears, leaving scathing scars, somehow healed pain;
mourning the living dead;
zombies are a painful phenomenon.


I now know…


nothing I didn’t see coming
.

2 Comments:

Blogger Rose said...

Stopping through to hear your beautiful words....

12:13 AM, August 14, 2007  
Blogger amiamazing said...

sometimes a man has a way with words that is seductive..

11:41 PM, August 27, 2007  

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