No need for lock and key
where I go shadow-less.
Torn into blue my shade,
mangled and frayed,
away from do and don’t
I disobeyed.
No trace of the old house,
the winding road, the gate.
I left the world you know,
behind, below;
am now pure energy
in ebb and flow.
I talk to you, my voice
is close to sky and stars,
the wind, the breathing sea.
When you unlock the past,
the scent of memory
will be the key.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | March 24, 2009 - 16:55
Oh, this is so beautiful, Yutka, it really did send a shiver down my spine and made the hairs on the back of my neck really stand on end.
I cannot pick a favourite stanza, they are all excellent, but I think this one just wins by a whisker.
"Torn into blue my shade,
mangled and frayed,
away from do and don’t
I disobeyed."
Nice to see you posting again:-)
Tina