Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Sign of Zeuxis How many times I visited knowing you wouldn't be home leaving my mark to remind you life's full of wonder. Have you done the same? Do you visit my dreams and then hide. When I ride my nightmares, who is the steed? So I don't send you flowers or stories that define me. I speak with your words to bind me instead. Winter drips from my lips best suited for Spring. There's always some hope. Is that what you bring me when all I remember is the echo of your voice. Next time I call out your name will you answer? If I wake startled some night will I know it is you at the door? © Kåre Enga [169.106] 26 september 2012 Note: "of a poet in search of his signature, the sign of Apelles ...a signature of absence. Pasternak. Mallarmé. 68.817 |