Fond Remembrances

Blank pages dance with the wind under the pale moon's gazes,
Ideas lost to the ages again walk straight against the lines in phases

rhythmical even, oddly creating a rhythmical evening,
a breath of fresh air like breathing, new life mixes with ones perceiving

it's been a long moment like watching minutes pass,
through a vintage hour glass since I've know that feeling last.

©Krishna Volk

Response to T

Let me breathe
for you

write your fable-life
until true

reconstruct your body
without rule


be your mirror
and statue


grandeur in living your life 
without you


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* This poem is a response to the song T by Glasser: