à la page vide
The pages remain blank.
the image forever undeveloped.
to close the eyes
and imagine the future
for a past that cannot exist
and a present which remains
now.
untouched.
to keep the eye lids closed
for to see
means that one will never see for the first time again.
The tide comes and go
The images come and go
The dark room as refuge.
The moment before each image emerges
when all you that you think you know of what you are about to see
could be
totally disproved.
There I will wait.
In that precise moment
and I wish never to leave it.
there I shall dwell a life time.
Never to be sure.
Never to know.
” what is knocking?
what is knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody that wants to do us harm.
No, no, it is the three strange angels,
Admit them, admit them.” ( DH Lawrence)
the tide collects our sorrows and joys
each wave a new symphony
the act of taking a walk
” perhaps, i thought, he liked the gloom, as I liked sunlight,
because both put objects into a relationship with each other” ( Winifred Nicholson)
Perhaps i left it in the sand.
the day the heart ballon burst and killed a fish .
the day the empty page filled up with words that will remain unspoken.
this is the day i departed.
the waves watched.
acceleration. adversity. crushing a plum in ones hand so the juice runs all the way down the wrist to the arm.
stand back and take a breath.
This is where i wish to remain.
let me stay here.
please.
now.
before the memory fades with the light.
this is where i will stand
the past has yet to be revealed.
the empty sheet
does not demand
our faces
your heart
as brief as photographs
here and now
i will remain.
Urban re:passages 