Ariadne's Thread

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The summer's end

A summer's night

wandering in infinity, I stood up straight

looking you in the eye, I said hello

drifting from here to there

it seems I have been everywhere

my image splattered on the wall

when no one knows me at all

and if they did

would they come back to the beginning

where it all began

or would they drift apart like two charges repelling

opposites attract

have I said to much

have I said it all

there is nothing at all

Standing up straight, I wish for another night

the darkness

the blackness

a light bulb goes off in my head

trying to escape the riddles of my heart

the enigmas in my mind

is there an end to this madness

a way out of the maze

where is my Minotaur in this jungle of emotions

where is the bitter sweet thread that will show me the way out

is there an end

there is nothing at all

The sweetness softens

the sweetness thickens

sweetness begins again at the end of each day

molding the fertility

the tranquility

molding the dress on my body

I hold the memory close to my heart, but it only washes away

it only washes away

No one knows me at all

and if they did would they come back to the beginning

Or stay here, locked in the end

Like you and me

locked here in the end

The memories thicken

they harden

they start all over again

needed

wanted

molding the bread beneath their fingers

the dough is so easy to mold

so young

so fresh

I try to hide

but my face always follows

the truth is always so haunting

I listen for the moans

comforting

soothing

the banshee wails her cries

sorrow

the batter thickens

on a moonlit night I walk alone

in tomorrow's memory of you

there is no solace from this

only memories of you

Will you begin again?

send you back to go

in the Candyland filled with trifle talk and sugar coated cards that ease the pain

where is the icing

where is my cake

roll the dice

I never can find the end

go back to the beginning

my tongue is twisted

it's worn

fallen to the ground

I taste the bitter ash that masquerades as an angel dressed in white

then I wake and see it was only a dream

memory

I wash my hands

covered with flour

sugar

memories cradle my pain with the misery of life

warm thoughts of fireplaces and chimneys fill my mind

images breathe fire into the hearth of my soul and then blow a chilled wind into my house

only to forget tomorrow

forget tomorrow

The summer nights I run alone, dancing in the leaves of autumn

there in the shadows, I see myself

standing up straight

wondering where to go

afraid to come out

how should I help?

who should I run to?

the summer's nights, like spheres on a plane, running in circles, chasing each other, stopping to catch their breathe

only to wake up without air

I'll forge my way through

I'll find a way

change water to wine

maybe this time