when it finally came to see you again
every last hope you ever had carried me to the sands
half asleep with sea birds calling
carried over the sea
on a rising tide of miserable unreal flowers
he's walking away through their grey morning
while she sits home up in bed building bleak possibilities
what's she trying to say?
what led her to these reflections?
speeding through tomorrows like a serpent through the acid rain
brave breaking lonely leaps
infused with the rose pink breath of pale dawn
shining signs through the sleeping pines dozing in a clearing
sunlight locks its jaws on the flattened tops of daises
all around
she's raining paper angels through the threats of razor winter
he's following her lead wondering what tears at this point,
can possibly wash away
he collects her waking puffs of morning breath
in lovingly cupped hands
inbetween slipping fingers
in things dreamed, said and had
in so far as you be gone....
and for what it's worth,
It was then that I watched the sky burst
and cascade a tempest of beautiful shimmering paper angels
around the capes where we shared a setting sun
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