Wednesday, December 1, 2010

As I look into your eyes


a sigh for being alone
someone
in the air floating
trance by some cyclone
trove of sighs
choice of a baton
for a march likely to err
in search of a prone
a deja vu
here and there
pretending a drone
sting less and dull
sinking in awe
rinking like a leaf
a feather and a world