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.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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"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!
aw thanks!
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