Thursday, March 19, 2015

Comes alive

For I should be wandering and exploring
Moving the curtain, the neighbour’s
House in glaring sun, my eyes
Not used to such intensity
I don’t know who lives in this part of town
Remembering night walks
Bridges and mountains
Ocean sunsets, foreign faces
Melodies behind closed eyes
Painting my inner canvas
Everything comes alive
While I am old and dying