Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Dance of the ribbon

A surge from behind and tumbling forward
a ribbon unfolds the black.
uncovering the sinking and propelling it on
no motion of turning back.

It flies ahead
a dance of red and delight.
Moon-lit skies and death-empty nights
consumed with the pain that soils another heart
and washes my hands
clean with guilt.

a hole Time decaying in motion
erroding into a beauty not seen

but felt.

1 comment:

Chris said...

Jeeslaaik Christy... there is so much here! Should keep you busy for a year, trying to capture all the images that come jumbling out...