Set the ballerina free
The teardrop came
just too late
as it rolled down the life
of this broken slate.
Yet a ballerina dances
in the crystal globe
a tiny spark of hope
in a cryptic show
to find a place
a quiet corner of the mind
to lay down unnoticed
and evaporate in time
In the face of all thoughts
trapped by a steel embrace
crushing every memory
leaving no trace
of the joy that i felt
when my heart touched your soul
as i fell into your life
a kaleidoscope
of autumn gold.
So now i walk into the face
of every other day
not knowing where i go
a thousand dreams away
laid waste by a mind
one thing it only knows
how to slay my every hope
my every cherished wish
to banish me to solitude
in the crowd
of my own abyss.
So when i finally go mad
in the shade of my cherry tree
will you catch my final tear
and let the ballerina go free.
Her teardrop came
just too late
as it rolled down the life
of this broken slate.
© Rik - 13/03/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-04-01 at 08:53
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