Monday, July 25, 2005

Sitting beyond a window

This entry is based on a pair of experiences on my loungeroom chair this afternoon just half an hour apart.

Sitting beyond a window.
Blue sky roaming, sun beam warming,
Flower blooming, life is moving,
Not lost on him beyond the window
Yet lost as if it surely were.


Sitting beyond a window.
Sky is storming, wind is blowing,
Leaves are scattered, life is battered
Not lost on him beyond the window
Earth mockingly well aimed it's dart.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

i feel what u write. a friend of mine who went through depression wrote that suddenly life looked as if it had started to run like a black and white film instead of in colour for her...

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