of days gone

The days

are blissful

in repose

or supposed to be.

The wind

blows in sadness

as rumours

kill the peace.

The stars
are dimly bright

refracting

the reluctant fire;

the unbearable sound

of her muted children’s cry

cracking the hole in the sky

the moon with its rusty ring-

slowly fading away

[empty]

“Nobody seems very hungry

Nobody seems to care

Nobody saw the god in himself

Quietly standing there”

The torn sky

watches in silence

weeping.

The rain

untouched by magic

or economic stress

just dreams-

of the wide blue sea.

Oh, today

yes, today

is blissful

in repose

or supposed to be.

07/01/2006

r_L