Post by moonwick on Jan 4, 2007 1:05:28 GMT -5
sometimes at night
when my soul is awake and my thoughts are asleep
I search for a blank sheet of paper
crisp
clean
inviting
the four corners of the paper jump out at me
forming a small, cubical container
into which I pour my liquid words
each brand new sheet
like a gleaming white file cabinet
each individual line
like a separate file
and Top Priority (red letters)
stamped for good measure
first-class information sealed in Manila
with a golden clasp
each file stored in the file cabinet
orderly, sorted, easily accessible
to be flipped through and admired
like pictures in a book
each brand new sheet
like a gleaming white file cabinet
each individual line
like a separate file
into which I pour my liquid words
they wash and drip over a once-blank page
and the ink dries
another moment in life preserved.
when my soul is awake and my thoughts are asleep
I search for a blank sheet of paper
crisp
clean
inviting
the four corners of the paper jump out at me
forming a small, cubical container
into which I pour my liquid words
each brand new sheet
like a gleaming white file cabinet
each individual line
like a separate file
and Top Priority (red letters)
stamped for good measure
first-class information sealed in Manila
with a golden clasp
each file stored in the file cabinet
orderly, sorted, easily accessible
to be flipped through and admired
like pictures in a book
each brand new sheet
like a gleaming white file cabinet
each individual line
like a separate file
into which I pour my liquid words
they wash and drip over a once-blank page
and the ink dries
another moment in life preserved.