commodo
Monday, September 12th, 2005Dark cloud gathering breaking the day
The vividness of blue turn into high deep gray
Slowly the salty water eating the grains away
The children running and stop their play
Silent and aloof, a moment of peace
Just a line of light at the horizon behind the mist
Splinters of the mind’s eye, Token of memories
Everything turn into ‘cinis cineris’
Now, what did i miss?
Certainly not Jason’s golden fleece
Something flavored and colored, a juice
That is something i can use
Which one? i can not choose
Relax and try to make the burden loose
And forget everything about deuce
To myself, this time i will declare a truce
no gambit and no ruse
Close my eyes and let us begin to muse

