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…

curling, coiling,

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

...catching …

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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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 2, 2009

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