A Poem/ 2012

I have plans for that day

On a chair I shall sit, facing the window

Open to the still sky beyond

To count the idle patch of clouds before I sleep.

My diary I will clasp it to my heart

Open to this page, reading these words

Of the poem I longed to read.

When thus I shall freeze along every one

This page shall freeze, so shall these words.

Yet its fossils like echoes will sound throughout 

an endless darkness

cold and quiet.

Waiting for the reunion of the five elements of life.

Wreekk