orgami's Diaryland Diary

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

night at ten forty seven

the chill is in me
settling into the labrynth of
my mind

the darkness falls now
like gentle black snow
soaking up the sounds
of night and dreams
stirring to life

water is sleeping
forever under cloud
just the sediment
layer
and the rocks at the
shore

in the trees the leaves
are not talking
and the silk grasses
are still

only water running
in the sewers
only cars passing on
the stiff ashphalt
and the odd incoming
business plane

10:45 p.m. - 2008-05-27

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

previous - next