Tuesday, October 29, 2013

At the far end

Suddenly, he knocked and I
Watched myself through his eyes
You waste your time, it echoed
Not sure did he say or I
Make up the sound
I toss a coin
Deep down under the surface
A wishing well’s reflection
Of a king and his bride
A hand reaching out
In the middle of the crossroad
I grasp and let go
Because I know
We cannot capture
The birds at the far end
Night blindfolds those dreams
That daytime has sent