A Story For Buddy (Part 6 of 6): February 30th

A simple closing poem for the set, half telling of the tired person writing it, and half telling of the dream (black and white picture show) he wishes could some day happen. But like the february 30th, it never will. And it's not tragic, nor it is sad, because that's just the way life is.

february 30th

sleep awaits a tired soul
lines away from the end of a story

blotting the past at the end of a pole
and tearing at the brink of memory

a black and white picture show
that flashed so many times in rainbow

whisper through the shield of snow
recurring when the beats are low

the sets, the lights, the cast has been stowed
awaiting february 30th for my heart's play to show.

2.26AM
5/30/2006
RGalang