Saturday, September 19, 2009

Twelve O'Clock Alone

Leaving dinner lights behind

traveling September's rain

the stone of time rewinds.

Orphan lilac petal

just cigarette ends

crawl your open sea.

Why branches wake me

our Holy Lord's Fountain

departing summer night.

Nations fall below

swollen floorboards

down 18th Century walls

true desire's color

corridor and space.

1 comment:

  1. delicate! and that second verse is beauty. i can really get into this post-dinner world.