Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Deja Vu

While the darkness crept in through the window
To rendezvous with his mistress - Miss Candle Light

I saw the scarecrow, standing still, de-raven-ing
Empty fields, full of yields, even at night

And wondered as they wafted across the skies
If the wisps of clouds whispered to the windy trees

That stood in the yellowed graveyard of banyan leaves
Roots reaching out, to try and catch those falling memories

And I knew, as I lay there thinking of you
Fighting that foreboding feeling of deja vu