There was a time when I did not know you Why do I find myself in what is lost?
A fisherman's net lay discarded, heaped under the sun's hours, dreaming of one particular fish.
She asked, "would you a day, a single day in which to drown in the white room or,like this, the sound of the sea, the movement of time's hands?
This return, a reentry to the place before the first things were broken, the first words spoken. The glance, the hesitation deep in your voice, the edge of desire...
You look for dim reflections of the sun' light on pebbles, the thousand-fold universe of self-sustained miniature worlds. The light spills from trees, but at ground level it is already darkening, disappearing in this final act, as transient as snowflakes. It breaks into shards, fragments, warm globules, narrowing down to essentials in acute angles in dark corners. A black sun..
The white room of your heart, a world of many directions, in which a black sail from the east strays, dark and true as the words of night.
A fisherman's net lay discarded, heaped under the sun's hours, dreaming of one particular fish.
She asked, "would you a day, a single day in which to drown in the white room or,like this, the sound of the sea, the movement of time's hands?
This return, a reentry to the place before the first things were broken, the first words spoken. The glance, the hesitation deep in your voice, the edge of desire...
You look for dim reflections of the sun' light on pebbles, the thousand-fold universe of self-sustained miniature worlds. The light spills from trees, but at ground level it is already darkening, disappearing in this final act, as transient as snowflakes. It breaks into shards, fragments, warm globules, narrowing down to essentials in acute angles in dark corners. A black sun..
The white room of your heart, a world of many directions, in which a black sail from the east strays, dark and true as the words of night.
2 comments:
and i thought the Bridge was about longing and nostalgia, but i see it is nothing compared to the BS!!! :-P
It's the Persian soul!
:-)
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