Thursday, August 26, 2010

The Void

There's things I'd like to say
to you across the void.

But my questions are absorbed
in drifting fog that drowns out words.

The sun's above yet none could tell
as warmth is lost in icy chills.

My flesh grows blue; my voice is hoarse
Your touch, your song cascading down.

I'd leap after them if I were light enough -
embrace the memories in rushing wind.

Then they'd say we crashed together.
Oh, boy

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