Red Eyed Roses

"Quis hic locus? Quae regio? Quae mundis plaga?" [What world is this? What kingdom? What shores of what world?] Lucius Annaeus Seneca Minor (4 B.C. - 65 A.D.)

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Summer, 2003

There’s a certain stillness in eternity,
A certain calm feeling of patience
That washes over you like a cool breeze
Coming off the lake as the waves roll upon shore
And the crickets chirp anxiously.

Like drinking mates we sang
Crude and beautiful and out of key
We laughed and shared a few moments
Under the amber city lights.

Pretending we were lovers without any care
Or at least we thought so
Confident of our future together
And certain of our past.

It’s a type of ease
When I’m sitting close to you
Feeling your burden and helping you through
Listening to your breath
As shadows dance before us in the darkness