Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Dawn/Twilight


I buried you long ago
With my bare hands
- Covered in dirt
You reach from
Your grave
- Unknowingly

I reach back
towards light
- Expecting nothing
He holds me
With warm hands
- Filled with comfort

You tell me moon
He tells me sun
While I lie on the earth
Wishing to fly

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