As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Thursday, October 21, 2010

From the Wardrobe

The earth was dark
The shadowed heart hung
In the window beside the wooden bird
Words stored in a small box by the cushioned dream
Overlooking the deep valley
Life
Remained speckled with colour
Floating amongst the trees
As dawn danced on the horizon
In a gold pleated dress
Shedding dark imperfections and failings
Fragments of dreams drift
Upward
Forgotten
You hum a tune to the blowing wind
The moon shadow moves across your heart
As the ceiling is painted blue
Love
Becomes frightened
Hiding behind the rising earth
Light is uncovered
From below the silent heartbeat
Boxed words sit
As I hear the winds tune
Like you are still humming
The passage of time
Wrapped around the stones that fall
As time does pass
The past leads the future
And the wind turns around
Looking
The box where the words have been kept
Is now
Open

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