Saturday, November 15, 2014

Darkness

The Sun feels unworthy
To be the source of light; 
What ifs scream in its head.

You could fly and find a star
New, devoid of blemishes
Old scars or its reticence

Yet the Sun falls into darkness
When this daily mirroring
Doesn't happen as imagined.

Forget

  It is strangely pleasing, To see that you remember, Each and every word I said, Every word of nonsense, Recorded and stored, In your ...