THE LONELINESS of THE LONG DISTANCE AUTHOR
When the fog clears
it's icy breath enveloping the avenues we used to walk
beneath my feet the carpet of mildewd leaves
carry me homewards to a roaring fire.
When the door opens
the dog leaps up excitedly to greet her masters return
and I sit to watch the flickers in flames
looking for the pictures I once saw as a child
The first snow falls leaving virgin white
the paths that once carried our summers
and the dying days of Autumn
searching for memories of warmer days
The time passes in rural isolation
broken by the sporadic ringing of the phone
Did I find myself or did I dive to deep?
should I have left the murky waters of my soul?
The night falls and I have too much time for contemplation
writing up the journeys of my over travelled mind
The screen of pixeled letters wait in vain for inspiration
but I guess I must have dived too deep today.
by
Mindmanuk
22/11/2005
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