Mr ,mrs whatever you are

linger a bit and stand for a start

Your baggy clothes remind me of a familiar pal

A past that I so involuntarily blankly could see

I dreamt of the nothingness and smiled awake

As I gazed astounded of the shadows in the narrow bricklayer streets

And as I reclaimed my being from the sky

I saw them swifting away from my feet

I called them to come, but they couldn’t hear

My voice just travelled pass their numbing ears

random 2, summer 2008