Stillness in the wind
The fading moonlight throws itself on the ground of the road..Dust blowing across the street's dark path are the debts all owed
The tunes of the saxophone playing in the worn down house echoes..
For they carry words concealed in music of pretentious heroes
Passing by the green light with a walk so blind..
The senseless feeling known to all tangles up blues in the mind
Going down further through the path of mystic magic..
People exchange glances whilst the poor fail to sell for folks they are all static
The shining knife cuts through mysteries once untold..
Conceit lays itself on tongues which fake to unfold
Worried minds fail to think for they are thrown into meaningless rings..
Distances small made infinite with long nights but no mornings
The door stands infront still and perhaps vicious..
Knocks at five past twenty one turn the sky starless
How many eyes must one have before one can start to see?
The sound of wheels follows home for there ain't any
Ray Gonsalves
Poetry by Ray Gonsalves
Read 440 times
Written on 2009-06-05 at 20:15
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
