As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Monday, February 21, 2011


Upon the shelf
A jar of glass remains
To the brim
Liquid heart lies knowingly
Years of being untouched
Or open
The dust of spirit
Falls and remains
Embedding the jar deep
Buried amongst the past
You stand and observe
Waiting for time
To spell thoughts for you
Adrenalin moves the fragments
Penetrating through the glass
Drowning in loves fluid
You think my name
As you part your lips
A flowing whisper falls
Blowing the dust and cutting
Through the silence
Your love elevates the heart
From the resting shelf
The heart craving you
And not you the heart

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