As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Sunday, August 29, 2010


Under the shadow of winters breathe
She waits her turn
As water rises
Pictures of love surround her
The ease of anger
The tranquillity of pain
That has remained with her
For years passed
No longer her companion
She holds the edges of the small boat
As it is thrown around
Under the light of the full moon just past
The beacon of light
Glowing over the reams of darkness
That lashes at the fog
Coolness of the winters liquid
That is keeping her a float
She can’t let go
As sound and feeling buffer her
Against the deep rising flood
Flowing from the core of existence
Did she tell you she needed you?
She hopes her heart speak
Can be heard over the screeching
Coming from the lingering sound
Of the windmill turning
For she still loves you

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