Tuesday, December 11, 2007

clouds and garlands

When where you hope to be again

is an idle dormant time

where the streetlights shine their soft golden haze

reflecting off deserted snow in those cold ocean days

when such a faded, sleepy gaze

repels the resting clouds and their flickering twilight glow

when nonetheless time turns and leans

heavy haunted and slow

still notes as puffs of warm air while you sleep on your side

still fears and calm your eyes too wide

as the world blows by

they remain as wills on winds

like a deep sea anchor

staring at these white out conditions

temporarily together again....

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