As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

for the weak

                The rock with the hidden key
                The dream talking to the night
                The fragrance caught in the cupboard
                The song humming endless dreams
                The bird trembling in the rising ash
                The knowing drawn on the broken glass
                The past caught in the child’s tears
                The love cursed by devil tucked up my sleeve

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