as the tendirls of
a plaintive song
ripples evening,
I cast my mind
into the nightsea,
stars fall:
bitter brine.
incomplete...
without you --
I shatter,
jigsaw pieces edging
towards oblivion.
bereft, I twine
longing into thread,
weaving a blanket
of dreams.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
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