Monday, April 23, 2007

The Hush of Illusion

Candlelit tears
mark molten gold
down staged

Mellifluous reels
lit cups on
this field
to every home

Each light,
a bullet-hole
in the Ptolemaic Heaven,
shines down

An open field
yawns light
into voids
where mute shades 
of blue glimmer.

1 comment:

Beysshoes said...

Kal, Tu es a punto de llorar.
tan verdadero. ...en tono profundo.
otra vez. Sarai