Into the night


Wild wings of floating elegance
ride the dark water's slow goodbye
to the song of the grave jelly fish
breaking the long icy surface
brave abandoned ferries rupture
expecting snow's illumination.

Who are we that wait for darkness
in leaps and recoils
unhesitating at the sound
of one armed base players
amongst stiff remembrance reeds
of coarse sea horns.

The eye heavy with night
colours the sound of what might be
rising yet falling heavily
where no dream ever walked
counting the distance
from here to continuity.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2005-11-18 at 23:29

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Zoya Zaidi
"The eye heavy with night
colours the sound of what might be
rising yet falling heavily
where no dream ever walked
counting the distance
from here to continuity"
These lines a so out of this world!
What a perfect write! Do you ever falter Bob?
Every piece by you is a revelation!
I think, I AM BECOMING YOUR FAN!
2005-11-19