Some sleeping willows

Some sleeping willows, in some place with no time, have stopped asking questions to the deep and silent night. And now, instead, they roam and in they wanderings they ponder and reckon...Now, they collect and feed on the dreams left behind by some oblivious passer by. So when the tints of blue begin to fall and filter through the stars and when the murky mist begins to rise, these sleeping willows covered in silver and white, they come to my window to whisper me lullabies...

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Elaine

I don't remember my name so I go by a sobriquet. I used to be able to walk around this place on the blackest nights, I used to know it well but now I stumble with the shadows all the time.
I don't remember my name and if I did I would not speak. I would not tell the story of how I came to be on the wrong shore, on the opposite side.
I don't remember my name, try as I might. Oblivion lured me in and promised me peace on the condition that I would stay. And as I walked further into the maze I cut the thread and never looked back again.
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