As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Monday, February 4, 2013

The Dream: number 5

I saw your brother yesterday
I sat behind him on the bus
I wanted to ask him about you 
I thought he looked back at me
I felt the clenching of my hand
I remembered the sand on my skin
I watched the clouds gather     
I tasted the salt on my lips       
I still held you in my heart

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