Saturday, May 12, 2012

this season is full

the ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

powerful melodies in the driving seat
gearing up for this life, so sweet

movement is meaning made
silence, gratitude paid

happy are those faces
who can smile in a storm

green and grey the sky
life on earth
in ceremonious drizzle

caught up in between the sweetness
of sounds stored in love's cocoon
in the tragedies come too much too soon
in a life lost before it's in full bloom
in the wailing whimper of the winds gone home
in concentrated desires, who knows, for whom
can you feel the earth slugging towards june?

i trickle away
this may

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