Wednesday, May 30, 2012

sonnet one hundred thirty one

tomorrow, harder work awaits,
knowing i cannot move my
star, but i can let my thoughts
glide across these pages

and offer up the energy
and tenacity of suns and
supernovas, heeding the arch
of the indelible light

that bear your blessed name,
held silently in the pace
of this beating heart,

living for you, finding the
crouched memories still, waiting
for your glance to touch them.

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