As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Sunday, November 20, 2011

fallen world

Over crowded
Crowd over

She looks down
                         Like shoes hung                   
From an overhead wire
                 Doing pirouettes through
         The clouds and distant sky

                    Shadows play tug of war
    With her silver steps
                Like a possessive wall
That’s cemented in thin air
    She floats along the path
                          Of hidden glory
                                                                                 The measurable beat
                                   Drowns the thumping heart
The step won’t change

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