Wednesday, May 30, 2012

sonnet one hundred twenty four

your white laughter flutters
unbridled and abandoned,
carrying the trace of all the
memories your eyes have gathered

from our endless beginnings,
from our ceaseless desire,
from our wild wishes and
our uncorrupted sense of being,

the color drops and occupies
the opaque, resembling peace,
representing faith,

clutching to the fires
soaked in the rain, drenched in
your gaze once more.

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