Life Pieced Together Among the Ruins: A Fragment

Afar, in dark hotel rooms, alone, and fading sadness, fading shadows—a light sounding wind and no word for beauty, here, nor for hurting, stabbing horror heard here in loneliness, in dark hotel rooms, afar…

A sweet girl arow sadly sitting alone, afar—lust longing to cry for blue and keen eyes unvealing illusion, and bad weather coming at evening, a keening lake stirred by a light wind, tents aroused by fading shadows—sitting and talking in shadow—a woman speaks in shadow—a fleeting chance by one's own eyes foretold—a sky, a lake—clouds of lead that cover the lake, and sorrow falling down…

Time flowing, here, at the hotel—time that did at last swell up and slow down, here, at the hotel.…

A long time of silences in the rain—mists and memories come afloat—blood over the town, and all those bodies—a dimming farewell—end of holidays, end of summer, something more than sadness, here…

That same illlusion heard here in loneliness, and something of smiles…

Here, under the shadow, they met each other—a flaring fragment of desire heard here in loneliness—unbearable gentle horror—a dim atmosphere and wrecks of love, afar, in dark hotel rooms…

#Silent Smiles