Wednesday, June 24, 2009

And React

She caught me slower
I feel it closer
A control on my love
A stream from a flood
Her steps go strayed
Releasing the waves
Do eyes match hers
Words made sure
She holds and leaves
Torn by defeat
Hope for fondness
No vain, just promise

1 comment:

caserad said...

You're painting again, Sam.

That's the best way I can describe this piece. With language, you paint (to say 'pictures' or 'stills' wouldn't be accurate, it's movie-like in aspects) clear cut movies with your words. I'm never entirely sure what the director wanted to communicate, but the picutre left dazzles for days.
I really like what you've done here.