Thursday, February 22, 2007

now...

Cups of coffee remain full…
Cups of coffee go cold…
Verses remain un-recited…
Footsteps fade out…
The door squeaks…

1 comment:

virtual specsan said...

and suddenly the coffee's black darkness
seems to belong just there in the coffee cup
rather than everywhere in the room
because the door had brought light in
that little beam was the sign of hope, once again
and things don't come back to life once again
it is I who rejoins into the scene
and by so, by moving from passive to lively,
I embrace the joy in it all,
once again
and wish that my immunity has built-up this time