Saturday, January 31, 2009

Musings on In The Mood for Love

Memories night rain on cobble stones
we sheltered under eaves of lost time and aching solitude
slowed motion our paths crossed
we dare not touch rehearsing heartbreak and leave-taking
stairs a hallway with no turning condemned to relive a love ever unconsumated
always alone a red billowing curtain belies our passion
an empty hotel room 2046
there is no future no past
only an aching emptiness slippers forgotten kept as relics and stolen back by a visage not a visitor
red lipstick on a cigarette left in suspense on the edge of a lost horizon
I go back
all is gone
the story has moved on
new players in the same rooms
I don't knock on the closed door
tears and whispered secrets among ancient stones lost forever