Sunday, June 19, 2005

rain drums

this season’s rain
comes to me like angels
striking bronze drums.

pre-iron age staccato
striking old rhythms
still looking for answers
from so long ago

eons pass but the struggle,
the same. purposely, i ask
questions without answers.

answers aren’t resolution,
only skeletons of desire.
metallic artifacts buried in silt.

2 comments:

BeckyBumbleFuck said...

*sigh* that was SO lovely!
*impressed smile.....*

narthex said...

you are making me blush! heheh ; )