Words like Faint Sparks
Her smile was a contradiction of warmth and distance that surrendered and yet disarmed.
How could it not be when life had crossed so many lines, her compass had so many points?
He danced for her amusement and juggled words in the air that appeared as faint sparks, and faded as ash falling like snowflakes on his hair.
The chilled air of Winter lingered as he told her stories of the train stations he had loved for so long, counted his pocket change in the rare coinage of antique aromas, painted the young birds as they flew over the desolate trees of the city. All the while waiting for her to reveal her voice.
Did she dream of the gray pavement of parking lots where small children play? Or the green fields without tree or mountain?
Did she dream of clocks whose ticking was so regular? Or libraries where the books were all sealed in silence?
Did she dream of paneled rooms? Or the boredom at the center of the civilized world?
He held out to her the compass of his imagination and waited . His compass whose arrow pointed only to the edge of the world.
He bowed and anticipated her applause, there in the street with his long leather coat. Bowed and waited for her to reveal her voice.
Her smile was a contradiction of warmth and distance that surrendered and yet disarmed.
How could it not be when life had crossed so many lines, her compass had so many points?
He danced for her amusement and juggled words in the air that appeared as faint sparks, and faded as ash falling like snowflakes on his hair.
The chilled air of Winter lingered as he told her stories of the train stations he had loved for so long, counted his pocket change in the rare coinage of antique aromas, painted the young birds as they flew over the desolate trees of the city. All the while waiting for her to reveal her voice.
Did she dream of the gray pavement of parking lots where small children play? Or the green fields without tree or mountain?
Did she dream of clocks whose ticking was so regular? Or libraries where the books were all sealed in silence?
Did she dream of paneled rooms? Or the boredom at the center of the civilized world?
He held out to her the compass of his imagination and waited . His compass whose arrow pointed only to the edge of the world.
He bowed and anticipated her applause, there in the street with his long leather coat. Bowed and waited for her to reveal her voice.