How long can I stay, in the grey autumn lights, shifting through fallen leaves
While birds take their long flight home, casting no shadow on the ground
In harmonious joy, in bleak twilight, they soar, little black dots.
How long can I wait, while the last train winds its way around the bent tracks
Faces pass me by, sad, painted, beautiful, unfocused, all indifferent, all erased
By the slow cold draft encircling the fast deserting stage
How long can I linger, when you hold the pain gently within the steady gaze
That looks beyond me, to open fields where crops trace sinuous patterns in the air
and desert me in my dreams, till you are no longer there.
9 comments:
The finales are all coming out beautifully well.
"How long can I linger, when you hold the pain gently within the steady gaze
That looks beyond me, to open fields where crops trace sinuous patterns in the air
and desert me in my dreams, till you are no longer there. "
Bravo!
hw long can u.... eternity
maybe the answer is wherever the pain came from ... damn its autopilot, question, answer, boom
Loved it as always
Back here after a long time, and it seems like nothing's changed... still so good, so thought-provoking...
does asking this question mean that you are already getting tired of holding on to it?!
I hope you are! And I Hope all of us do get tired of holding that God darn pain and inaction!
Antigona, get well and return, return and get well!
Oh dear! U have been tagged.. 40 random questions over at my blog!! Hopefully u'll do it soon :)
i surely adore your own writing type, very interesting.
don't quit and keep posting due to the fact it simply worth to look through it.
looking forward to see more and more of your current article content, have a good one :)
Antigone,
I was asked by someone to read your blog because that person thought you are one of the best writers known to him.
I must say I agree.
Looking forward to more from you!
:)
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