As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Sunday, January 8, 2012

the crying birds

2012 meets me with surprise, 2012 meets me with words, 2012 meets me

the crying birds
sung for the fallen one
that dropped from the moon’s eye
dressed in plain clothes
their wails filled the morning sky
dreams meet dawn’s first glance
like the fallen wings on my windowsill

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