Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Fluttering of a third eye...

Memories of a place called home,
Tarnished by a perplexing new address-
Love and warmth from this magical space
Has found its final resting place.

Tentative beginnings,
Virgin footsteps in the snow
Short-lived, erased by rain
New memories strewn like forgotten gold.

And in this whirlpool
One final decision-
To drop anchor
To watch it sink to a sandy floor.

As a dust cloud settles,
The dancing has left my feet.
I curl up to sleep,
My heart flutters unforced.

One eye fixed-
On an open suitcase.