Dark Was Good

Dark Was Good

You recite my old poems―
to understand the psyche
of human conflicts.
The long shadows won't leave
the fingerprints.

Between mind and soul
breathes a language
understood only by emotions.

I shiver when you
mime the real money. I go into
coma, to cross the
river of blues.

Future is pain.
Past was crime. In some god―
night I will write my swan song.

The life's many scripts
will remain unread
buried in the folds of sands.

Reviews

[Huh]

Your poetry -- I really connect to it; I relate to the style. I only wish I could write as well orchestrated as you do. There is a plot, a story in the lines. Poetry, can be the chasm between pure story and pure expression -- you do both extremely well. My poems are more expression based -- I wish I could tell a story, but the best I can do is a comic strip (metaphorically).
Anyhow, in this particular poem, I am in love with your reference to 'Swan Songs'. I've also noted some shared symbols amongst your poems...