Tuesday, November 25, 2008

fall.ing

Hold my weary spirit weeping 
Within the portal of your fragrant smile 
A twinkle be or beacon 
Or wonderful sunshine tonight   

Long have I searched this little eternity 
A trifling inside a cage she painfully bore 
Cut me a slice of freedom 
I don’t want this knotty tether, nor the black   

That does not ease into my thoughts 
And the words are pixie dust, 
This mind a solemnity chained 
While my heart in another’s bosom smiles   

And yet I bleed into this page 
Between lines that sear the ropes 
And I see no more I am not me 
A whisper smites as much as a scream   

And I call this a life. 

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