A Ballad of Away's

by Poet on the Piano   Oct 31, 2012


Days become farther and farther away.
The fire inside me has deserted
any attempts at sanction.

Where is away?
A home established
in paradise?

Places where death
cannot fly, perhaps.


I sing with what I have no voice for,
there is no melody, no signature key
you could latch onto.

In time- I whisper, cradling onto
lost starships and filled anaesthesia.
My dreams are anxious and
without clothes,
frosted yet unable to surrender....

galaxies are waiting, days a night cloud
of silence

I cannot discern.

* Written October 31, 2012 at 7:32 pm.


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  • 5 years ago

    by Decayed

    Geez, MaryAnne.

    This is a winning material, IMO... I wish I had votes left. But you literally left me speechless.

    The subtle rhyming between paradise and perhaps has this beat of magic that I cannot explain.

    I wonder why you said 'with no clothes'... instead of 'nude'... but that is perfect! I think it's much better that you said 'with no clothes'...