Friday, 12 August 2011

Sonnets on a Tabletop

Eyes reflected in dark, shadowy pools
Glistening; like yesterday’s tears.
Pensive, stubborn, swirling like those
Dumb moths around a flame.
Dreams breaking standard roads
Building new alleyways of pain;
Like smoke from the just-lit stick,
Taking different paths every time.
Will you remember, lover,
Or will you forget?
Those questions, those words,
Those sunsets, those moons-rise?

Like yesterday, like today,
Like today, so tomorrow…