Friday, December 21, 2007


An epiphany before I commence,
A straitened discourse, unsaid.
The plight of sudden urge,
Beyond when I've been dead...
Is still a shivering hand,
With a withered flower held,
In 'tween the narrow glimpse,
Of a smile and silent steps.
"Encore", my mind whispers,
"Encore" you do not hear!
And your fading pace echoes,
Within the sullen space,
Beneath my darkening eyes,
Where I rest my hope...
A fluttering hem - disdain!
A breeze adrift some pain!
As you rush away to quit
The tiny ephemeral moment.
That I hold within my fist,
With grit and silly nerve,
Some hope perhaps still lives,
Till just before the epiphany...