at night I thirst for you in
my dreams
will you step or swim
step across the gulf
between languid hopes
and stallward desparation
are you a mire of a man or a myth
that my mind has cut and chopped
and minced into a balm
a salve for a heart bruised from battle
or are you my air?
my imagination, my destiny bequeathed to me from
a time where I can no longer
look my fate in the face
and say
I dare you
the silence between our breaths
at times seems to span seas
with continental breath
it is this knowingness
between the myth and the dream
that seems to make the journey
through a weary land worth it.
and I cannot wait to dive in
soul first
Sunday, October 28, 2007
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1 comment:
Very nice, are you going to write a book?
I like how you express yourself.
Blessings!
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