Friday, February 17, 2012

Signs and Illusions

They stood there. In a place where winds did the talking whilst they just stood there, looking sometimes at each other and sometimes at the nothingness around. Swinging between being and nothingness, their existence reflecting their emotions whilst they just stood there. Then..
She started walking away
Hoping that he would follow
Making a trail of white sand
For him to follow
While he kept waiting
Waiting for more signs
Overlooking the white lines
Tho' on the tar road they shined

The wait got longer
The lines got dimmer
Careless, insensitive feet
Cold, angry wind
Took the sand away
While he kept waiting
Looking for signs
That were always there...