As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Saturday, September 11, 2010

DUST


 

She scrubs at the invisible stain
Before first light grows old
Shadows cover the tender touch
Love waits behind closed doors

Before first light grows old
Watching the weeping soul fade
Love waits behind closed doors
Trapped between the feelings within

Watching the weeping soul fade
Disguised by unexpected light
Trapped between the feelings within
Why can’t love be set free?

Disguised by unexpected light
Shadows cover the tender touch
Why can’t love be set free?
She scrubs at the invisible stain
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2010 at 9:24 PM

    Pantoums are my favourite form I think. Love this even though it's so painful.

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  2. Woven lightSeptember 11, 2010 at 9:30 PM

    Hey pantoums are my absoloute favourite!! Painful....the feeling of rejection....all forms of rejection!

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