she stands on the corner,

from a faucet…each drop,one lifetime,falling forever slow…then gone!

for every what,there is a why.for every ignorance a cause,for every cause a choice.for every choice a reason,for every reason a condition.for every truth a light,for every light a darkened corner.for every mind there is a door,locked and unlocked by will.for every failure an excuse,for every excuse another.for every triumph,hard work and reasoning…which begins with…

deep inside its own cosmosleaves me waiting, time frozen,to watch the fall, to fall with,and into arms outstretched,grey hair blown by the windto kiss the earth, and crumbleback into sweet nothingnessand dirt waiting for the coming,of the snow!

hands trembling, and bruised.amid the sirens of warand the stupor of greed;fish come to the surfacegasping for air…vacant buildings breathe,exhaling smoke, andsomething else more sinister…faceless strangers hurry by,bundled up in their fears.stone deaf, or just stone!the door padlocked, and guarded…flesh becomes shadow…and stinks… a flock of birdsheaded south… blood redrain beginning to fall…the call of…

when i growl?whose face do you seewhen i moan?i am the trainthat hasnt comefor twenty years,the tracks left to whimperlike a deserted bride.i am the lock rusted,and the key that is lost.i am the cross of silveron the neck of the corpse.i am the soldier come hometo no home at all.i am the father buryinghis…

…..will be again!winter follows autumn,…spring will return.page upon page,…step follows step,..and still we dont know,not to touch the fire!