Thursday, September 11, 2008

Terms of Surrender


still

sun crouches

for what passes for time these days

for what passes away

for all the stars that stalk you

still waiting for you to pass by my window again

she whispers a name in her heart

still....

3 comments:

CY said...

And I love this, too. Spare, and beautiful.

snakedance said...

thanks again,
recently I am finding myself taking much much longer to write much much shorter pieces somehow.

Just a stage perhaps? I think that there is something to be said for keeping things short, sweet and simple though...

CY said...

It must take way longer to convey the same amount (or more) in a shorter piece.