I had once commented on a poem my friend had written on his blog. When I finished it turned out to be this..... I lost my friend to time..... but certain memories last a lifetime. I will not fill my posts with bygones but a little dash of bittersweet is always necessary.
......She tossed aside her shroud of clouds,
Parted the winds and waited...
As the first flickers of light touched the pyre
She claimed what was her own,
andConsumed the flames ire
Some thing touched his brow,
something soft and sweet
something which gave him a slight shove....
He sailed accross the murky troubled water
sand landed on his arse into a rich and prosperous happy future....
with happy memories of the girl he tried to cremate....
ready to start afresh....
Sounds a trifle mad doesn't it? there is a bit of eliot in it the influence of Preludes stanza III.
I believe I dream in colour,though many a dream interpreter has tried to prove me wrong.They say we dream in Black and White..I beg to differ.I'l tell you why in a short while.
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