Saturday, November 10, 2007

My friend the onion

He strolls through life
A wanderer…
Waiting long enough for longing
To leave behind…
To love and leave…
He walks with aimless purpose
Stopping frequently to gaze
And relieve his heart
Offload that pain…
Of belonging.
Being the one who is no one
Being free…
My friend the onion
Leaves leaves behind
A tear shed at his passing
Essential but worthless
Augmenting the substance of others
My friend the onion
Cut open to monotony
Cut open by the blade of life
My friend the onion
Strolls through life
A wanderer…
waiting long enough for longing
to love and leave…

1 comment:

Giva said...

Well said.