Thursday, December 14, 2006

the frozen image

The weather was an ambush, the chill unusual;
And I miss clear signs, which will set more evenings
In to the oblivion, while we admire the cunning sun

Braving the wind she stood, like a sirocco within,
Which is now hers and soon will be mine;
Our gazes down the cliff, mind on the devious selves

People around and the coming hour, both scaring me away
And to her visage with almost invisible marks, I gravitate;
I approach, a wave to the fortnight moon ready to eclipse

Our shoulders touching, one naked, one high
Knowing that closest we'll now ever be, forever be,
I etch in black and white, this painting of colour

1 Comments:

Blogger Mallesh said...

excellent...
subtle emotions sensibly conveyed...

9:07 PM

 

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