Saturday, April 14, 2007'♥
-her grey skein sack-
In the grey skein sack, there are -
Time-worn keepsakes and expired kisses of days of old.
Now, it's all but -
A familiarity and nostagia she no longer remembers.
In the grey skein sack, there lies -
Traces of love on ink and dust, yellowed and torn in the silver of time.
Now , it's all but-
A broken tapestry of displaced dreams and promises she no longer reads.
In the grey skein sack, there hides-
Broken backs and candles of old kings and forgotten romance.
Now,it's all but -
A ancient game of exhausted pawns and deceit , she no longer plays.
In the grey skein sack, it holds-
Of memories who she was , what was and never meant to be,
Now , it all but-
A sack of dust and ash on the road,begging for amnesty against its cremation .
goodbye.
begone now.
forever.