March 12, 2003

Ennui

Internal litany of boredom
punctuated only by external
choruses of heavy sighs
each moment is a brother
to the next unending second
the day drags on
until the fading of the light.

Summerís warmth departs
and Autumnís rains beat
with monotony on dusty windows
leaving streaks
to clean another time
the day drags on
until the fading of the light.

Lizianthus in a crystal vase
droop sadly from neglect
for lethargy rules here
it permeates the air
even moving is a chore
the day drags on
until the fading of the light.

The day drags on
until the fading of the light -
When all will come to life
with the sound of your step
on the creaking stair
and the turn of your key
in the front door lock.

Posted by Midus at 06:02 PM

March 05, 2003

My Red Dress

Iíd wear my red dress and red shoes,
dance the night and early morning hours -
until only the strains of the last waltz
remained to push me towards the door.
Iíd keep my need for love locked away
until the time was right, instead of
sacrificing it on the backseat alter of a Buick
(which was, symbolically white.)

Posted by Midus at 07:24 AM