Passing Time

Waiting for

Empty frames
                         to fill with laughing faces.
Frozen figures
                         to move into motion.
Necks on shelves
                         to remain lifeless.
Sensing fingers
                         to pause on door handles.
Stubborn hairlines
                         to retire on dusty pillows.
Fascinated noses
                         to sniff the unaired hall.
Delicate dancers
                         to stand up with me.
Black hats
                         to progress across the stage,
                         to move from head to head,
                         dance away and disappear.

Waiting for you
                         to wear my black hat again.

You do, in the picture,

© jsmorgane (Jan 04)

Auld Reikie

People passing quickly
Through an ending summer,
As if in haste for autumn.

Teeming city streaming
Faces touching ages,
Drowning in a misty past.

Shapeless figures crowding
A darkened stage in silence,
Glaring down upon today.

Cobbled streets are leading
Bodies back and forth the hours,
Spent in passing by.

© jsmorgane (Aug 04)