As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

The Dream: number ten

the walked upon path
folds round the back
of my head

my eyes get lost
in the space

as my shoulders hang
in the cupboard in the
corner of your room

with my grandmothers hands
I draw you close

the throat releases
a silent cry

my spine the paddle
to row my lost boat
to the safety
of your shore

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