Nothing Is Gone

a vault that can’t be blown

an uncrackable nut, the unpickable lock

the unbreakable code

the lost half to a telephone number

not a wish could save me

a prayer would just glance me

an arrow would bang a dull dud on me

a cloud that won’t burst

a soil that won’t give

a skin that can’t be cut

a heart that is permanently shut

not a wish could save me

not prayer could raise me

not a cure could heal me.

not a word could give me life

not a kiss could thrill me

not a smile could melt me

not a raindrop could clean me

no coal could cleanse me

no key will unlock me

nothing to hold me

nothing to contain me

nothing to nothing

and nothing is gone

September 14th 2003

Vinohrady, Czech Republic

Advertisements
This entry was posted in from the city of 100 golden steeples. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s