Thursday, April 3, 2014 0 comments

The melody was repeated
each shadowy dawn.
And my waking was
a solitary note,
lingering until its final fade.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014 0 comments

We live between
the spaces of
promises,

in broken
tea cups
and
shattered
mornings.

then
new vows
soak up
spilled words

until we
fall again.

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Those times
I heard the echo
Long before the sound.

 
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