Locked myself upstairs on the third story
My mind crawling as I'm scrawling
My second mother came to check on me
Her daughter calling calling
The floor creaked from outside in the hallway
She knocked softly and her voice clanked out
I put down my writing and traversed the study
Opened the door to her smile, taunt and flout
Down I went the hundred stairs toward wife
each one echoing a passage from the past
each one a conversation with my life
Her daughter looked at me
Her silent glee, atleast one I haven´t heard
I had pulled myself away from these words
words that I swim deep inside of
way up in my study
where a part of me hibernates over long winters
where I go to forrage secrets of myself and the universe
My silent glee in seeing her catch the glint
My gratitude at being pulled away from my verse
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