words

~

Some-
     Day,
(To my surprise)
The walls
Might
Fall;
And
Some-
     Night,
(Without notice)
The curtains
May
Drop.
And while last breaths
Are
He-si-ta-ting-ly
Drawn
Like
   Horizons
      Along the
         White
            Stark
               Pages
                  Of a child’s
                     Sketch book,
I will be going
Going,
Gone:
Empty,
As the centre
Of an aging,
Rippling,
Waterdrop.

Until then
Let’s
Share words,
And
Share glances,
And
Feel the warmth
Of the
World
‘Neath our fingers’
Tips
While
Truths lay
He-si-ta-ting-ly
On the tips
Of our tongues
Like raindrops perched on our brow, in the most passionate of storms.

S*
2001.10.29