Should I let things stay unspoken
and in silence turn away?
As you say.
As you wish.
Clasp cold fingers
across my lips
and dare me not to speak.
But I invoke your name,
pray to you
But I invoke your name,
pray to you
in troubled times.
I kneel before your altar
and read your tattered works.
I do as you would do,
but not as you have done.
I kneel before your altar
and read your tattered works.
I do as you would do,
but not as you have done.
You would have me
bury your memory,
and scour your footprints clean.
But instead I trace the etchings,
take my knife
and carve them deep.
Unforgettable.
Oh mad genius,
you are legend.
En memoria de VAM, falleció 4 marzo 2014.
En memoria de VAM, falleció 4 marzo 2014.
3 comments:
Is that like taking pictures of zen sand paintings?
September 1, 2014 at 2:00 PM@Alice: Only in the sense that all our lives are sand paintings and can't be held long in memory before they blow away.
September 1, 2014 at 2:23 PMSome would have you forget their painting ever existed, even if you thought it beautiful, because it didn't meet their own standards of perfection.
The existence of a standard of perfection strikes me as filled with maya.
September 11, 2014 at 8:29 PMPost a Comment