02/01/2009

Reflexion - Réflection

Broken mirrors
Fallen pieces -
Reflection of faces -

I used to wear
On my bare arm
One, two, three glimpses of colors
The mist brought them down in lies, anguish, and grief
- In oblivion -

But then, throughout, tough and not rough
The lost thread of dark paths
Of dark moments
Of renewed moments

2 commentaires:

Anonyme a dit…

Is there anybody... out there ?...

InSan a dit…

Let's stay I'm quite stuck in the wall for the moment ;)