Sunday, April 19, 2009

I Wont

The heart doesn't falter
or fall,
It takes no stumble in it's beats.

The image of a man
smeared and tainted,
in the beautiful sense,
doesn't see the absolute truth,
but,
neither do I.

Tracing the ground
in perfect lines,
the world stops for a moment.

Cliches overwhelm
and gazing drips deep.

I can't do better then now.
But, I never could.
In a sleepy haze I live.

The perfect dark sky
overshadows reality.
The moon bows
to the angles of your face.

In a moment of sighs
I wish to hold my breath.

2 comments:

Audrey said...

"The perfect dark sky
overshadows reality.
The moon bows
to the angles of your face.

In a moment of sighs
I wish to hold my breath."

The ending of this is also a really pretty poem just in itself. I am liking what you're writing lately!

Gin and Tonic said...

aw thanks!