SLOW-FAST-SLOW

Published in isbn-1-58235-564-9-USA

You keep writing the words
I keep tearing the pages
you live on units of time
that need constant transfusion
the news of my departure
paint a grimace of pain over your life
I have walked far enough with you
let me retreat to my fortress in the night sky
And I swim further away from you
in the whispered waves
of the slow-slow -fast-fast-slow rythm
of the deep blues sang by Otis
the large white balls of my dreams
float lazily outside of me
as I look around to find happiness
I feel my heart.. I am home alone.

Rahman, Brigitte Arlette-Copyrighted

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