illimex
Bluelighter
move your hands along the whitewashed flakes of paint
this rickety old fence
and gate
Feel the edges? rough with age and rotten wood peaks through with grey, cracked eyelids, squinting in the brightness of your discovery.
and the grass
it smells so lovely this time of year
even though the yard is overgrown
with weeds and flowers
it's beauty in itself
but all dreams must end
to begin again
through a gate with iron railings
victorian decor and black skin peeling from the bars
the entrance to a memory
inside someone elses mind.
red brick
broken mortar and holes
boarded windows closed and those who once inside would pause
just a minute
to reflect on things without.
this rickety old fence
and gate
Feel the edges? rough with age and rotten wood peaks through with grey, cracked eyelids, squinting in the brightness of your discovery.
and the grass
it smells so lovely this time of year
even though the yard is overgrown
with weeds and flowers
it's beauty in itself
but all dreams must end
to begin again
through a gate with iron railings
victorian decor and black skin peeling from the bars
the entrance to a memory
inside someone elses mind.
red brick
broken mortar and holes
boarded windows closed and those who once inside would pause
just a minute
to reflect on things without.
