Posted on Mar 9, 2005

Early morning brought a song to sing along with. Was it your voice that I heard ? Did you whisper the words ? I looked out into empty space and saw you nowhere. Was it a lingering dream ? Or were you hiding unseen ? I tripped through the day with an armful of facts and I waited for contrast. Couldn't stand in a line for my food. Wasn't feeling too good. High noon on a crazy Tuesday makes the frame fade away. The sun hangs high above me, and the sky meets the sea. Longer shadows came to light as the sun descended. Were you someone I knew ? I just hadn't a clue. I looked at myself through the wall that formed a mirror. I didn't see you in the crowd. Were you singing out aloud ? I put my pen down, got out of my chair, caught a glimpse of my in-tray. It was flowing with paper returns, glowin white in the sun. High noon on a crazy Tuesday throws a frame in my way. The space inside it empty, the picuture gone and nothing to see. Evening brings the song again and I hear you weeping. Is it your voice that I feel almost as though it is real ? I sit alone by the fireside and I see the embers. They look feeble and grey and they have nothing to say. I nibble at my dinner waiting for the news though it is cold and tasteless. I didn't warm up the late city blues though I followed the rules. High noon on a crazy Tuesday, there's a frame around my head. I make myself an icon even as the day is done. -Jayant S-