Wednesday, February 13, 2013

In that little casket


In that little casket
A melody of cups
Touching lips in porcelain
Salty taste of tears
The back of a book
Waiting in a drawer
Never to be read again

A cat without colours
A painting never promised
Hanging in the attic
Where I comb my hair

Take a good look
I’ve cursed those strokes
Drawn with an autumn leaf
Hear the distant music
I’ve lost a little piece
Of your cup
Tumbling in the air