Monday, June 16, 2008

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. IV


Cradled by the last vestigial feverish flames of your phoenix


On a damp evening the world has stopped its silhouettes

A half remembered moon confirms this miracle

One chance

One last chance

to fly back into your heart

I dedicate this journey to all we ever were

With this tired, tattered ship to you I will return

Escape the grip of razor winter

Through frozen stars and fog

And follow the faint but steady sound

Of my heart blind dialogue

To home

To peace

To you........


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