Sunday

by onthebus2002

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-12-16 02:59:00

And so the dark mist
spreads bare
with circuler truth
I will meet you there.
Taken too soon the beggers and the thieves
slice at yeterday with
poised deception and penned accuracy.
Stop.
And see the angels fall
Where dreamers take their stance
amongst the poets and the painters.
Ah, say now that your truths
shine brighter through darkness
when the only solid is
the space between silences
fall prey to the fickle
to the innocent
and to all that circle you
in this one sided exsistence.
It is not too late to state your ways
she walks beside you
but theres no heavy footstep
to cover the tracks.

Haze