• soniacookbroen

art sarcasm diatribe

this brief interlude

pierced by realities ever crashing


ballooned beyond your perception

I become the ever present vision of myself

standing before the strange altar

beauties sleep whispers the willow’s breath

soft and hurried words passed between the mouthes of lovers

in corridors

eyes that search for glances stolen

and given too freely

is your heart a harbinger of my hopes

is your course a milestone marker standing in the mist for some thousand years

are you mine

and i yours

these two autumnal blossoms seething for the pollen from the stray bee

so strange to me

that I should look down and see

this shadow

walking next to me

intertwined in the gray ambiguity

of time’s timely thrill and grill.

#EYES #poetry #time