ebony-mouth

still carved in yellowed glass

while her features run

painted - vitrified

the truth I laid it down in her lap

fragile present

filled up every view

of emptiness



and

the windows cried

as she walked across

the halls left back decayed

the windows criedsight is failing

weakened he turns away



silhouette

I can't erase the lines ... her lines

though I know I could

always recall it on my mind

from the outside

the voices gently swing

announcing days

out of sight



out of sight