Guy Alan Gray
Surrealistic Song - Poem by Guy Alan Gray
Night stood back hiding her face
Broken black with unspoken dreams that Dali sketched.
Etched surreal by the darkened fingers of trees
reaching to him and through him
into the hopeful fetus…
inventing him for the bottomless depths
…depths so deep...
fragile weight falls through
and keeps falling
through many tiers of tears…
spider wisps falling …through woven webs,
strung strong like transparent skin fingers
growing longer, grabbing, then grabbed by hands of a clock,
while shattering shadows, losing in their song
point shards of silence…
and rise up in their concrete form,
to move against the cast objects…
and rise up in their concrete forms,
to move against the cast clangour,
to move against the cast, coal, black clouds,
crying tears black…
one looks, listens and wonders
at the one aching to be born…
the song sings over and over..
to the one that lives inside, and moves inside…
to be outside…
guy alan gray
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