Post by oskar345 on Apr 14, 2016 9:12:43 GMT 1
Autumnal thoughts
Woke up with a start, the night was cold a dream had disturbed
nightly my peace; a black hole in the ground loose soil from its
edges kept falling into its endlessness. Got up looked out of
the window into a street of pale light, my breath fogged
up the glass, I saw a distorted image of my youth; “How old you are,”
it mocked. I pressed my head against the glass, tried to make friend
with my tormentor; and behind stillness, I heard the hum of the long
sea rippling on nirvana’s strand
Pale sunrise, still- life- forest- a deer grazes in the clearing, suddenly
it jumps in the air, a red rose is born on its chest, and as a single rifle
shot echoes amongst trees, a day begins.
Woke up with a start, the night was cold a dream had disturbed
nightly my peace; a black hole in the ground loose soil from its
edges kept falling into its endlessness. Got up looked out of
the window into a street of pale light, my breath fogged
up the glass, I saw a distorted image of my youth; “How old you are,”
it mocked. I pressed my head against the glass, tried to make friend
with my tormentor; and behind stillness, I heard the hum of the long
sea rippling on nirvana’s strand
Pale sunrise, still- life- forest- a deer grazes in the clearing, suddenly
it jumps in the air, a red rose is born on its chest, and as a single rifle
shot echoes amongst trees, a day begins.