November 20, 2008
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Tonight, a brisk wind danced ballet,
Joyfully scraping across my face, when my heart muttered a name.
Eyes closed, joints tightened, as my frozen body ached -
Ashamed. Leaves escape the trees, colors astrayed,
bones bare - of brown - bound in no grace. But my eyes
Were agaze in an endless - maze of stripped liberations. Colors
Laughed at storms of emptiness - as air dried the rain away.
In breathlessness, the music of my soul played.
My lips hardened in place .. as I sang to the skies ...
Then, hearing wild cries, they replied without haste.
And drank under the moonlight, sipping on touch without taste -
As my heart mutters a name, brisk winds danced ballet and scraped my face.
Comments (2)
Did you write this???
I couldn't find it online.
Lol. Impressive. x]
I kinda don't get what you meant by your comment.
Ha Ha. I'm still supposed to marry lady Lai, remember? ;]
We must hang out again. I miss. x[
A poet after my own heart, wow! This piece was so inspiring. (I must write again for I have not for some months). Don’t be surprised if I read your whole blog.
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