Tag: France

Time will leap forward
Most changes are not so swift
As I walk, I see strangers but also people I know
It felt rude to step inches above the face of a dreaming person
I did not know where to look next
Meet round here again?
You really want to know?
I had been sad. I had been numb
I was not sure what I thought about this
I could not live with so many ghosts
There are some decent people here
But I would be long gone by then
I don’t know you’ll be back here tomorrow
Much too far for a head to roll
She fell asleep hoping to wake in another world
She soon learned how to fall asleep
The world behind his closed eyes was even stranger
So they moved on and on
Then she signalled him to follow
What age am I waiting for to come to myself?
He was dangerous
She thought her own burdensome thoughts
The day was half gone
Call upon me when this happens, and you shall live
A person from the other world came
The birds were silent
The girl was exactly where she’d been before
They hardly knew each other at all
Who wanted to be a hero?
Who would saddle up and taste the greatness?
We’re all sitting here, soaking in light
Nothing. There’s nothing left
It would just hang in the air like a cloud
It felt all right
You could still worry about it
Argument itself being a tool to improve the mind
To the arguments of great thinkers there is no end
History is unkind to those it abandons
He smiled his sad, crooked smile
A true man faces the consequences of his actions
It’s how things are
Gone fishin’
Yet in general it is still safe
I move silently, and quickly
At this certain time of late morning
An almost cool looking, strong, calm light
On the wall, pasted or pinned or tacked or printed
It has also a certain odor
And it stands before us, facing us
Beyond the house the dirt is blond and bare