Sunday, December 2, 2007

When The Polar Ice Caps Melt

The night is underwater
and the globe doesn't mind,
it is spinning in circles, as usual.

The people are puff-cheeked
and wide-eyed, an ending that is neither
epic or romantic, just a little goofy,
as we doggy paddle toward each other
and attempt to express our last minute love
for one another, that kiss of life - with the violins
and the death-drop background - is impossible.
Any embrace would be too heavy
to float.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Gostei muito desse post e seu blog é muito interessante, vou passar por aqui sempre =) Depois dá uma passadinha lá no meu, que é sobre frases e poesias, espero que goste. O endereço dele é http://mil-frases.blogspot.com. Um abraço.