Frozen River
Frozen time
Magic moments ...
Magic to go straight to the area, with a sense of size and sullen grimness, being half choked with the flush of morning
Talk to me Rain so glowing and without life the scattered impulses you gather me, passionate act, our traditions
Friends are open with green hills of simple grace and sense of importance, a friend with shoulders and her rose morning
Half choked friends suffocated in their convictions and hardened resolves, friends are the recesses of our memory
The past as the shifted friends on adroit grounds, accosted ideas and ideals, lampooned with cherished prejudices and bowed submissions
My mind is haunted with friends the unearthly burden of life or just a place for chill trepidation, friends drank of naught colorless care
It is often with desperate resolve of spirit, we conversed in fluency and nothing passed, only desperation
The walls have resolve and the universe to a fundamental nothingness, as if some human defect has been detected in some hollow moons rings
So ironic words, flung and flushed out to some untolerably wind, as the silence becomes intolerably given stare of diffidence rebounds
Looking at some day-dreams, how I give my eyes to the demons of false glory and simple wanton success, the same demon who rules too often
Eyes with the gift of deep, dark silences the eagle in his tracks and trade eyes, acted in honor and delicacy, sudden dreams we give
With admining vision the dark silence comes, as friend losthsome and listened in gazed intent as protestations held and than replies went
In life the argumental vague acceptance, only a smile only a smile, a smile
