Monday, December 29, 2008

My Neverland

A circle closing in fast
Differences relived from the past
Serenity in a tight shut jar
Meander in our fields from afar.

A sun dipping low in the river
Crystals fall on every step closer
Boats glide on to neither there or here
Senses shut down and they whisper a prayer.

And its in Neverland I used to hum
My little, forgotten tune
A snag in the time-space continuum
Now the memory lies in ruin.

1 comment:

La-hu za-ha said...

as clear as day :-P
but then what is poetry?