A lost voice

pepperpepper Posts: 155
edited April 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Yesterday while your sight cradled that painted image
I asked myself
what had been in that canvas that held you
in such stillness?
the kind where time no longer ticks tears
down clock faces
where the pendulum has finally found peace
with its beating.

Do you remember?

That image of a man
arms open
stood like a crucifix
eyes closed
half a smile
as he was about to fall? fly?
surrender himself to?
the shadow that lay in front of him
the darker version of himself
it too, with arms open
but waiting
to embrace
the winged traveller.

I know you remember.

For as we walked away... silent
I saw your face change
from some kind of disturbed distraction
to a definite blissful benevolence
and in that silence, I asked myself
what had been in that canvas that held you?
and as we parted...
I wish I had asked you.
Pepper- I am faith without religion, without bruised knees and pleas for forgiveness...
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