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Location: Melbourne's shining streets, Victoria, Australia

This is a story. This is pure fiction. This is a test. ...but for you or for me? ~.~ On a sunshine filled day like today, I had all the time in the world for you. We lay on our backs in the grass, dancing silhouettes of the canopy above us, tiny little pockets of light escaping through, like sparkling diamonds another world away... In the light, in the noise of all that clarity, we never did communicate very well... ~.~

Saturday, September 01, 2007

dates

what significance does a date hold?
i went to see a lovely lovely movie last night
about music and tortured artists and the beauty in simple love
just a date?
i haven't forgotten:
time keeps passing, passing, as it does and it sweeps me along with it and i don't know what to do, or how to do it and i don't know what to say or how to say it, and i don't know what i want or why i want it...
she told me last night that you can see more stars in the southern hemisphere than you can in the northern hemisphere... i had never noticed that.
i thought about those blank skies i watched every night at my window in Lyon.. wishing..
i thought about the magnificently lit night walks with sister Mary..
i thought about a tent, silent days and nights, exhausted bodies, waking you..
i thought a lot about time and i fell asleep wondering what to write..
these tired nights empty of meaning have stilled my crooked pen
good night sleep tight sweet dreams until the sun beams
xx

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