Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self... A Deadly Banishment
I look at him sitting in his comfortable chair
half-open window
view wandering through two glass panes
gray heair refuses bright moon rays
as to create some elongated halo that runs across his head
folding his hand on his knees
following the rhythm of the song.
eyes closed just a quick spasm of eyebrows in the rush of memories
he sometimes raise his hand to touch his face
to recall how years behind left a trail
song cease to exist as he breathes
and his breath turns into vapor
but no he isnt cold
his body is there but his thoughts
his thoughts are far away in another place
soft wind caressed his face
but he does not feel
and he lets go, memories hug him stronger hand-grip
leaning in the corner of a room
a small patched puppet, he has it in mind
but the body is too tired
sudden mild-wind awakens him
he opens his eyes,gets up raising his head
step quiet step towards a doll
holding to a small cradle,and slowly sites down next to the doll
he whispered soemthing and then closed his eyes
your safe in my heart...
