Impurities

A mystery is abound
I was never accustomed to... 
I had never spoken of... 
Have you ever just walked away?

I had never seen those faces
They whispered in the receiver
They sang you to sleep
They were featured in my dreams

I found a key in my pocket
The door to heaven swung
off its hinges it fell
into a hole in the ground
I threw dust in the sky
It scattered out far and wide
Its soil filtered in the water of my eyes

Take a vow of silence
if your words betray you
The better thoughts and moments sit
idle with your time
and motion sifts away impurities

(artwork by Bob Rob)

MM 1998