Waiting room
Drip
drop
tick
tock
the witching hour
has arrived.
The room is empty
a heart has stopped
the driver says good-bye.
The lilac flower
bows her head
and the violins begin to cry.
A cascade of colours
that turn to grey
beneath a chiselled why.
At the water's edge
a crippled mind
a reflection
out of time.
This planet earth
a waiting room
please form
an orderly line.
© Rik - 08/04/2006
Poetry by Rik

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Written on 2006-04-08 at 02:40
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