Gratitude shears
from a bloomed desert
A jar of rotten fears
flirts on my sadden soul

Longitude surges
of yesterday’s fashion
towards the sea, it immerges
and grains of dunes
spread habits in a bitter sand

Gaps from memory holes blame,
smoked in shame
multiply themselves on the line of the infinite
and disperse beyond the uncertain,
a mist of woman, lover, friend

Each new ballot box
broods a sincere intention
becomes real paradox
gets dressed for a reason
perfumes my new universe

The dawn hopes
and smiles, reversed
to unfold a forgetfulness


Copyright ©2006 Johanne Farmer