Thursday, November 10, 2005

Your Heart Sank

Your heart sank
My eyes its witnesses
Yet you assume I was not made aware
But I was
And I am
And the voice in me wept
Sobbing in monotones
Accusing me of cruelty
of disbelief and pride
So I took haste
Ashamed of my words
My steps circled in enigmas
pass deserts and snow storms
Yet the sound
of your sinking heart echoes
through the purple horizon
and the sobbings too remain
vibrating the core of my being
Cursing every blood flow
Never intending to let me go

So what was I to do but believe?

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