Sunday, March 27, 2011

Strange Somedays-

I lean onto my windows
to find that it’s a bright lit dull evening

the falling breeze and chirping birds
saunter through to home emptying the stash of the shore

the portrait that of my windowpane
has nothing left no words of beauty but a quite dim dusk

I realize that there's nothing to be written or told
but wilderness and a heart that is left so to live and respire in cold

it is then that I meet you over a smudged line called horizon
with the drowning sun and the little whispering shadow of moon

slowly around your ears in a circle I whisper
that I need you unlike any other metaphor I can ever create
that I need you for love and otherwise

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