Over the wall, under the pane….
Lives a thought insane.
It lingers….
Lingers untill it gathers.
Gathers memories from the past…
And happenings at last.
Insane as I call it….
It just does not manumit.
Its this thought that keeps me awake…
reminding me of the worrying flake.
Its this thought that puts me to sleep…
when its time to dream in the sea so deep.
March 13, 2008 at 10:01 am
Very deep
But its nice…
March 13, 2008 at 10:28 am
profound and masked…
open to interpretation as the mental glass is tinted…
March 13, 2008 at 10:30 am
btw, u just made me live on forever and travel far and wide… thru one of my interpretations of lord’s creation
wait, i shall send u the original, upload it for better clarity
thanks a million
March 14, 2008 at 10:46 am
“It just does not manumit”- i read “manumit” as “manmit” and was thinking for long time what u wanted to say
Nice to see a poem back on ur blog