Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Dangling Conversation


Yes, we speak of things that matter, 
With words that must be said, 
"Can analysis be worthwhile?" 
"Is the theater really dead?" 
And how the room is softly faded 
And I only kiss your shadow, 
I cannot feel your hand, 
You're a stranger now unto me 
Lost in the dangling conversation. 
And the superficial sighs, 
In the borders of our lives.

-S&G