Saturday, January 6, 2007

A poem


A man walks.
Stumbles over the shadows.
Fallen on the sand he looks up.
It is better blue.
Forever and ever.

Heart is in his head.
Which way.
What way.
Pain and joy.
Forever and ever.

The shadows of the branches.
Flat outside.
Deep inside.
Tentacles gripping.
Forever and ever.

The sun going down.
Nights the shadows.
The lonely tree.
The man is free.
Never and ever.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a romantic soul you are M.S.K!!

Anonymous said...

Fabulous

Zé Lérias said...

Bonito poema!
Um abraço desde Portugal