op. 2 – you’re beautiful
op. 2 - to johanna, my confession
you're
beautiful
young as it may be this sudden development has me uncertain and my will left bent. obsolete i've made my promises and to the past i've sent my farewell kisses. under the moon i'd race through thoughts till all use depleted, my brain in knots, wondering how joyful it is that you my cinderella and i your beau can sip tea on the eiffel. onto this scene i send my camera returning empty for there's nothing to capture. nasty lens through which i peer distorting images, like a faulty seer, masking the impossible as possible preceded by a path fraught with trouble. each path now fully cast, at last i lose for who can make sand climb glass?
+ july 23, 2007 @ 11:22 AM
[return to poetry]