Sunday, January 7, 2007
for Famtz, my muse, for waking me from my 2 year slumber of writer's block. [illustration by Famtz]
While waiting for the sun,
your keyboard speaks for you
as my eyes become ears that
crinkle at corners whenever
I hear you come in.
We strolled on moonlit screens,
walking around with fingers rather than feet,
eagerly leading and following
each other through a labyrinth
of thoughts and dreams.
I no longer get lost here,
ever since you started
leaving soul-crumbs on the ground
so I can easily find you once
we exit toward a place
where I can chase the sun
toward the world’s end,
where I can close my eyes
and still be able to hear you
speak my name.
