Friday, June 22, 2012
Years have slipped away:
By clock, calendar and birthday—
And so has beauty…
White nights have taken their place.
My mind, now often in a rush
Re-winding old film, old events!
Even this past year appears
A wasted time for me
(Writing, writing, less living);
The longer I live—the more secrets
I find buried deep within my mind, my
Childhood: long forgotten struggles!...
Written: in Lima, Peru
Note: a white night is often referred to as a night without sleep