Thursday, February 22, 2007

Metaphorically Speaking

I feel isolated,
red crunchy leaves have
more friends than me,
green has more colour
than my lonely hill.

When I am quiet
I wish that bright stars
could light the way,
show a little sparkle
make sun shine on my day.

But sadness shadows,
blankets my life
casts a little doubt
on my small shallow world.

It is hopeless, tragically dull
one little burst of life
is all I need, all I wish for
is the day to be my dream.

I wait forever in some patch
of silence, in some quiet space of
time, where dreams revolve
around a giant silver moon.

1 comment:

Joykie said...

ok this has got to be the best poem you've written recently!
why can't i write like that????