While the sickness spreads
our hands extend
and grab each others arms
then like garden gnomes upon the lawn
we sit and watch the rising dawn
when sun rays meet our porcelain heads
we turn and break the clay-made bonds
our lips then touch and they do brush aside
all frozen thoughts and sentiments from our small adobe heads
but just as fast as it begun
darkness spread and hid the sun
our clay-made bonds attach again.
- Mar 03, 2009
