Trapped inside a crimson dew drop
slipping down a spiders silken thread
how life slips away
locked inside this rusty clockwork head.
So to the cliff of hope
i take my rusty legs
mourn the dead of the night away
and simply try to forget.
And as the seagulls call to me
mesmorized by how they fly
i feel the centre of gravity move
and tumble through a jet black eye.
The seagulls are screaming louder now
as their wings beat hard and unfurl
a silent shadow falling
invades their secret world.
With their panicked hearts still beating
they settle towards the ground
the ocean whispers gently
the moment frozen
a silent symphony of sound.
The silken thread has broken
crimson dew drops are no more
just like all the other memories
the past has closed its door.
© Rik - 09/02/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-02-09 at 16:56
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