Thursday, December 10, 2009

Alley Strolling

Asking for directions, but my mouth does not move
Can anyone understand the sounds my eyes make?
I'm looking around, but there are no translators,
Each step gets louder, and the darkness muffles my words.
I feel the humid air glazed onto my skin
My breath deepens and tears perplex their thoughts
Perceptions deceive the talking heart
And ready are the culprits to take full advantage
Fingers make love to strings, palms dance upon drums
And the mind travels to timeless times
Here my night proceeds taking cue from no one
Jealousy rings loudly upon soulless ears
Satisfaction is a myth to their bellies
My hands reach out and grasp the smoke
Of burnt out fires whose scent is all but gone
Where am I going...