Thursday, August 19, 2010

All at once, the leaves drip into a perfect circle
Fall, Fall, its almost autumn.
You watch those skeleton leaves collect at your feet
The world is only to be seen in black and white
The colors were pulled out so quickly it was as if a coin was flipped
A cylinder tipped
And all throughout, liquid shades of grey

"Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone
Sold my red horse for a venture home
To vanish on the bow
Settling slow"

You know, everything in life is about space.
The space between you and me
The space between where you're going and where you are
The space between then and now
The space between us
The only thing as important as space is time