Memories of Sleep

Created: 11/09/2008 01:48:04 PM

The autumn has shifted into a mode of mercilessness
As I walk through the wet streets
The wind twists old memories into my head

The old life of a young adolescent
Filled with longing thoughts and imaginations
Of beautiful contours
Warm attraction
Innocent motives
And colored lace...

I walk back into my old naive self
A time where the observer possessed no marks worth beholding
Where no magnetism could be generated without a hollow association
A time where prayers were silent yet humming on the surface of my skin

This small city pushes me shivering
Along the building walls
Down the walkways
And throws my surrendered ambition to the dark corners of the alley
Stuck to the ground
Surrounded by dampness
Held fast for months
To sleep with the cold and rain
To sleep with the other wet leaves

Why couldn't some beautiful angel gather me up
In the cool, blue, florescent evening
And light me aflame...