disembodied voices came from the shadows of the abyss light
reciting passages snatched randomly
spoken quietly ...

a songstress underneath the weight of the dreamwords rose to distract the gauze scrim
hanging like a torn wedding dress
dreaming of love ...

a billowed skypath ending at a door blocked by sandbags reminding
that no journey may ever begin
nor end in death ...

the eyes pleaded mercy or rebelled in boredom not daring to share the fears so near to darkness
or simply waiting ...

for what?

- See: Poetry

:: note :: ... students work on Mary's Wedding ... Proust Swann's Way voices at home ... we all in our ways search for lost time ...