Like a raven
Is the night
Is my heart
Like a rose?
Broken
Bleeding
Red blossoms
Pale horizons
In the distance
The sun sets
Throws dark colours
Through bright shadows
Eyes focus
See the setting
Of the world
Of life
We live
They die
Hearts break
Time flees
Feathered wings
Hollow bones
Wind soaring
Ground rushes past
Time is fleeting
Heart is beating
Sweat is pouring
Breath is quickening
Look ahead
A future uncertain
Look behind
A past far away
Uneasy emotions
Questionable thoughts
Undeniable actions
Questionable motives
Dance moves
To the noise
To the vibrations
Posed before it
Body vibrates
Body slithers
They call it beauty
It's all in the eye of the beholder
May 31, 1996
