Sunday, February 08, 2009

Ode to Nighteyes

I had a dream last night. It was a funeral but it was very different. I remember there was a couple of 3 story apartment type buildings, and there was a man inside it who was still. He didn't move but his eyes pierced me. There were mourners around me, and I started to cry relentlessly for there was nothing else to do but cry. Was that man inside Fitz? Was I crying for him? I woke up and tried to feel the tears that surely must be a pool. There is nothing but the wind blowing and my heavy heart.

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