...and to think of those six nights, those seven days, that time, that sky, those walls, the colour and the shape of her eyes, the way she looked straight into my soul, the things she said, a kind of blue, the closeness, those lockups - options one to ninety nine, wine, of those light moments in the rain, eyes adrift in Mondy's, that comfort of black, the way the eyes see and only see, that thing we call time, the hands of time, its inconsistency, moments fluttering about like butterflies, the archaeology of dreams, that first wink, blinkety blinky blink, that first x on the sealink, cinematic moments for posterity, Xiva's third eye smiling as I miss my flight, extended glances into the night...
Thursday, September 9, 2010
3,4,5,6,7,8,9 & The Age of Aquarius
...and to think of those six nights, those seven days, that time, that sky, those walls, the colour and the shape of her eyes, the way she looked straight into my soul, the things she said, a kind of blue, the closeness, those lockups - options one to ninety nine, wine, of those light moments in the rain, eyes adrift in Mondy's, that comfort of black, the way the eyes see and only see, that thing we call time, the hands of time, its inconsistency, moments fluttering about like butterflies, the archaeology of dreams, that first wink, blinkety blinky blink, that first x on the sealink, cinematic moments for posterity, Xiva's third eye smiling as I miss my flight, extended glances into the night...
