Thursday, November 6, 2008


On such a distant shore

Where constant braying sunlight

Still occasionally splashes uneven kisses

On the white stone surface

Of all the bones and empty homes on streets we used to dream down

In this lonely corner of the world.

Though time has been reluctantly accepted

As a constant division of our will

And you platinum pounding warriors heart

Strums sweet chords of twilight still

I believe you taste the same slow sounds

Of night's gentle arrival

And breathe her gifts of silence and unity

In the solitary place that you now occupy

There above in the cold winter sky

May you never fail to burn


With every impossible wish I make

To see your face again

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