Derived from a poem by George Kalamaras
© 2009 Hachiko Yukimora
I long for the candle’s chance,
the work to be done
Tuesday evening approaches
these galleries of silence
Or that silence between breaths,
the pause of a footfall
My breathing suspends,
now I sit quietly and wait
the breath of the heart’s ear
There are no easy sounds
on a Tuesday, sitting
pondering on fate alone
Tuesday, it is Tuesday,
whatever will happen on this day
I long for a blinking moment,
Freedom coming and gone
Quickly and swiftly,
murmuring as I fall
Walking along these corridors
all in all the same
cold stares gazing
blatantly on this Tuesday
It’s now my friend
this evening has come
A smile for you
and a gift from me
However blessed it be
to have you share this day with me
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