Sunday, July 8, 2012

Gone

Take me your way, love

not the map askew

where harmonies turn to lust

and intentions turn to dust


Reunion of the bright eyes

twinkling in sunset

those who watch

burying the haste and


Simple-minded views from the edge


Someday we'll choke

now that its gone

we'll come off the rails

where the flowers lay down


Rip out my memories
like fish from a mountain stream
refreshed
over my dead body





1 comment:

  1. "where harmonies turn to lust
    and intentions turn to dust" How things we cherish often leave us cold and buried in mold!

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