Saturday, October 14, 2006

Framed

Could I be he,
or is he me?
two threads in veils
of fantasy;
through ice blue eyes
I fail to see
the faintest glint
of amnesty—

he turns his back
I walk away
to be recast
another day.

1 comment:

Russell Ragsdale said...

I resemble that remark! You silver tounged devil. Great one Bob!