Parting II

Let cobbled stones bleed
quietly into pavements
as whimsical rain
shush the receding sounds
of absence.

And let the nomad sun float
in the dark pools of my eyes
far away from the verdant shores
of hope
as the oblivious hands of
copper sands
smother the musk of us.

In diffident volumes of
arid words,
latent desires
wilt
without water
without knowledge
into forgotten words
and unlearn
the playful fire of fervent emotion.

And crackles in the sepia
of an yellow river
that marked journeys
of tears
to the salty sea.

Amid fleeting thoughts
perhaps
this moment will live on
meandering through foggy alleys
of time
as my fingers rush through memories
to realize
when did we let it go?

6/2/2006 10:48 PM - First Posted