Time Itself
We'll try once more before the crash
to return from obscurity
From the silent words unspoken
echoing un-uttered sounds
Hold your fears, for time
will tell if we can continue
Deconstructing deception
Without ourselves imploding
Despairing soul, tell me
The rhythms that drive the dance,
and the drums that stir the heart
Do they ever miss a beat?
This song I hummed long ago
Returns in changing formats
Each unto itself a portent
Of hopes unhoped for, undeserving.
Contributors: | TG, lou, Bianca, loaf, B, Beefy, Apsley, Curt!. |
Poem finished: | 18th April 2001. |