augustine sebastian


Untitled - Poem by augustine sebastian

we loved in an october
and i was withered from her heart
like a blood red autumn leaf.
there i slept forever among
the dried ones, which were
once red with love.


There is an old piano
in the room upstairs

i ran through the dried leaves..
wooden stairs screamed while i went up.
beamed fingrs of evening light
played a black and white song.
time was still as sleep
everything was silent...
even the fall of a single leafe could be heard
blooming of a flower could be heard, my
breath was softer than that,
i slept there
as the old piano.
time played it with seasons' fingers
while dust sang with it.

my foot steps, on
the wooden stair
and the floor
had gone down.
In the waveless waters of sleep
fishes of memories
with eyes never closed
swam to the ocean of oblivion..

now
beneath my closed eyes
the eternal rain, rains
in to the pale day of my soul..


Comments about Untitled by augustine sebastian

  • (11/2/2005 6:10:00 AM)


    Simply gorgeous. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/2/2005 5:12:00 AM)


    A very atmospheric poem that uses excellent metaphors and creats superb mood pictures. (Report) Reply

  • (10/24/2005 8:11:00 AM)


    There are so many nice images here Augustine! I especially like the beamed fingers of evening light.........very nice. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 24, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 21, 2006


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