Thursday, August 25, 2011

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

Monday, August 22, 2011

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

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