Desperate times in fish bones find and she is silent .

Sadness spent in raindrops time...

Her heart like sheets of ice.

The clouds are heavy today and curtain fogs blanket a lonely loam.

The old mother is content in her subject’s lugubrious squall.

Winds like whispering good-byes.

Her touch like river stones.

She stares at me…

There is enmity and pity in her eyes.

Home is everywhere and still it feels alone.

In guilt and envy, the gods premeditated man.

Crossing oceans for knowledge sake.

A gulf with burnt remains tell of stories like smoke from a flame.

A prostitute has a heart and her madam controls the strings.

We are free, only as a kite is free with the wind.

There is light on the horizon only to leave behind a trail of dark.

The earth is simple-

So simple, that death is the only answer to existence.

Hands that toil will eventually rest.

Eyes that blink will one day shut.

Lungs with breathe will soon want for air.

The soft skin of a lovers touch will shortly melt off their bones like ice in a summer’s sun.

I felt kisses once-
I knew of embraces-
Families gathered-
Children played-

Now the only sound is the hollow moan of earth’s breath.

© Samuel Petersen






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