Monday, June 28, 2004
She came to you
The bedroom window through
Silhouetted
Against the waning moon
An owl's hoot broke
The silence and she spoke
Of machinations
That caught breath in the throat
And both fell silent
Any noise would feel like violence
A knife pricking in the skin
On an island
In the flows of time
Thoughts sublime
Floated freely
Through your minds.
And she left, as she came
Silence but for a whispered name
A cry against the dark, cold night
For the grief-torn mind to frame.
Longing
Stretching out This line reaches the end of itself Holding hands And so I return Where I began. There are immeasurable sunrises Yet Uncounte...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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