Time to go


There are terrestrial days when time
just seems to fold fire flies and girls
on their way to mystery's market,
streets of silver streaked summer
roll you over and beg to be seen.

Whisk your weary ways to Babylon
and pave your passing with serpent stone
grovelling the glistening midnight moon
with bones that melt for Paganini
every invented way you go.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-07-11 at 22:13

Tags Terrestial  Mystery  Serpent 

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Zoya Zaidi
I could dance a wild dance to the lively music of Paganini with this piece of enchanting poesy, my dear Ben!

Welcome back again to the bay after that loooong absence, which is fast becoming your trade mark, dear friend; you forget, friends miss you here!

**Welcome back hugs**.

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-07-12