orgami's Diaryland Diary

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

road way

the river talked to him he
said
and in the truck through the
dark miles and minutes of
evening a moon slowly
rose

the luminous dials showing
the etched years of time
the hooded eyes watered
helped along by the bottle
of gin under the seat

what was it he mused as he
drove along his foot steady
on the accelarator
roused his spirit when he
heard her voice like ruffled
velvet through the pay phone

he can still feel her hands
though strong and gentle across
his chest In the darkness
they spoke their ways with
fingertips and soft kisses

the truck passed through the
miles oblivious to the bridges
and rivers his scarred hand
steady on the wheel

she had been married for
twenty six years and yet in
his minds world she was just
still a young woman greeting
him at that picnic
her chestnut hair falling down
on her pale shoulders
her pale blue eyes smiling
holding out a paper plate

Paper like her letters he thought
ink spilling out in loops and
circles strokes and dashs
it danced like light on water
he thought
remembering that summer at
the lake Where they hid from
the world in the tall grasses
and shade of the pines

(not sure what I am writing
here Just writing I guess..)

...O...

9:21 p.m. - 2006-04-09

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

previous - next