The year of depression - 2002. <br />Bangkok,12 o' clock, out of the blue, <br />Something familiar yet peculiar, <br />Someone playing a black guitar <br />Leaving an imprint on my mind. <br />I look at her - so close <br />Don't dare talk to her - so far <br />You're not my guinea pig <br />I'm not observing you <br />I'm just waiting in silent despair. <br /> <br />The Savoy, January 3rd - <br />Long forgotten isn't your face. <br />The party picks up, DJ quickens the pace <br />From darkness into the light, <br />from silence to full throttle flight, <br />You're there - my head explodes. <br />I walk to you to talk to you <br />thinking have i thought this through? <br />A champaigne glass, a chance, <br />But it's over too quickly. <br /> <br />Darkness appears at the white of my eye <br />A herd of black dots dance like flies. <br />Under the moonlight, across the alley, <br />I search for it on the hill and the valley. <br /> <br />The sun rises - another useless month. <br />I'm still thinking of that night - <br />'the rise and fall of me' <br />the only problem is, it's all falling <br />i'm waiting for something to happen - <br />Wedding bells - people clappin'? <br />No. Just to see her face again. <br />To comfort her when she's sore. <br />The start of another useless day, <br />And i'm thinking its a small world.<br /><br />Nathan Pigott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-herd-of-black-dots/
