Saturday, September 19, 2009

Pull The Tide

Only to push forth time...

To the day she lays waste
the jealous, beggar stars.
When all poetic moments manifest...
The day, beside me, beats her heart.

I see that night...

...Even as the scowling stars drew back,
the night grew brighter.
Glowing eyes of lovers pieced together.
Their breath - so pulsed the moonlight,
feeding flames in one another
And the dawn - so far from sight,
Let them to that night, forever.

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