Wednesday, December 3, 2008
It's hard to ever know
which worlds have ended with your words
and harder to know just when.
I thought I saw a small light there
glow for just a second
within the edges of the frame where we had been
I turned you over in my hands
and traced the image
of that long gone town
A cardinal mask
that you wore as your phantom crown
And there where the clouds used to gather,
on the hill where we used to play,
A simple fact
has come to pass.
"When we look, we look away"