Monday, 11 June 2012

Colour Me Gone

Force of habit brought me here
Back to where we started
The point from which all directions take form
And rivers and skies
Each bridge a story that encompasses another day
A second, a lifetime.
A map which delineates the changes
Made by us and for us by each other
And those others that we knew and didn't know
Our emotional footprint
We share a silence that speaks for us
For we ourselves have nothing more to say
That hasn't already been wept
Or laughed or burned or lived
Our dictionary in every language has been exhausted
The binding undone, the pages lost.
Force of habit turns my steps south
To the light, to the sun
To another place far from this darkness