Wednesday, July 18, 2007

prayer for rebirth


Black and white beginnings
Of nothing
A return to purity
Immaculate conception
On wings of
crystal tears unshed
un
stifled
Still
Born
to quiet cradle songs


of sighs
and the snap
of little boxes closing
the sounds
sun-burnt memories make
leaving transparent stains.
A blanket of tissue, then


Not strong, not warm
Enough
But it will cleanse
rancid memories
That seep in through
Heels with the scents
Of rain drenched earth.


some desires

for dreamless sleep

white awakening

forgetfulness



the desire for perfect life.









8 comments:

Take a Hike said...

So Long.

nina said...

umm.. farewell? otherwise, yea longer than usual, may be.

abynav said...

desire for a perfect life.....

nina said...

jim morrison is awesome. :) and yes, the desire for a perfect life.

tropical seagull said...

static. its like life stood still. thats all i can make of this pome. what did you intend?

nina said...

exactly that... tracing the way back to the beginning of waves.. thank you.

Unknown said...

How long will this silence last.

nina said...

hopefully, not too long.