Treasure Island

Ilham Ahmed

Time Out Of Time

sometimes The crickets parted in a passing dance

sometimes You rearranged darling regrets

sometimes At one fell swoop

sometimes Guillotines rained out panorama

sometimes This origami heart roamed stranger fiction

sometimes We gathered storm in the vagaries of chance

sometimes Love was never any eager

sometimes Only an epic way of being alone

sometimes You rested on piercing envy

sometimes Light was a hot small breath

sometimes We were one and the way of the hour

sometimes As if there would be anything else left to remember

sometimes An empty orchestra played sin and sorrow

sometimes We riddled the earth with stunning chase

sometimes The thought of sound crushed all shame

sometimes You shamed the sound of thought

sometimes Silence breathed an afterlife

sometimes After all there was no tomorrow

Sometimes the worst didn't always happen

Sometimes even when it did happen

Sometimes we fiercely broke open a pronounced sky

Sometimes you knew that restless choke

Sometimes but life was that

Sometimes we were there

Submitted: Thursday, July 30, 2009
Edited: Friday, September 03, 2010

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