Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

join the dots…

unfold me
unclasp your fingers and
the silent creases of the paper upon which i am written
yet revealing not-so-much
the crushed fibres of soft shreds slowly falling apart
one stroke we know may harm or may create
escapism escaping once more
dance in the fresh snowfall, be the first to imprint feet
because in this seeming loneliness the second set of imprints left are
to try to relive the dream of returning back to a place of home
between the lines; lost in a city of people and lights
the burnishing crescent descending into colourful dark oblivion to
click and capture and whirr through time inconsistant
please just promise me this one thing…

Trust most in that second set of footprints, because dreams - although intangible - last much longer, forever if needs be. The dusting of snowfall, however, can be gone again by morning.

the second set of footprints are very much to be trusted. snow and rain fall and evaporate as clouds may cover a brightskied sun. everything can be temporary, as is our existence. consolation can surely be found in the way hopes, dreams and meanings can be carried along silently for as long as is wished…

I wonder what you want promised to you?

I’m intrigued. What one thing do you want promised and from whom?

andophiroxia and swarovski : a silent promise which i would very much like to keep.