June 20, 2010

Fringes of Sorrow

She is a little girl
In the smoke of my Cigar

We need more smoke and fire
To see her form.
Yesterday Nero burned Rome.

As the dazed night
Gives way to dawn,
I hear her careless song
From beyond the horizon.
In vain, I try to hold her in
Then this acceleration
in me, she fades away.
I sniff at the last strand of smoke
Rising from my ashtray.

(Its a very old poem...thought i shud post something as a neutralizer for the previous post)


poorni said...

lovely assortment of photos...keep clicking :)

still thinking said...

Strong.I really like the Rome burning connection with fire. haven't been in blogger for a while