Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Burning Days

How long the feathers remain
after the bird is gone.
as if thin voices stray and fill
the emptiness of the
blue blue sky

tin tin tinny echo
look, here, as if
beholden to some remembered thing
where flying was not just a dream.


Last night after closing my eyes
I flew somewhere
beyond the moon recalling
a lost art

1 comment:

Burkhart said...

Love the new architecture paintings........something pretty sweet happening with the sketchbook today too...