Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Chiaroscuro

Obscured from sight
Intrepid light
Lost definitions burning

Wings lost to flight
Dehydrated night
In this, we too are learning

Hold tight the hours
Plant wildflowers
Put away the years

Built mirrored towers
Say mine, not ours
Finally count my fears

1 comment:

  1. Why sadness produces such beautiful poetry I don't know.

    "Dehydrated night" Amazing. I love it

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