Tuesday, June 12, 2012

sonnet one hundred fifty one

your laughter erupts
from within stones, within
thoughts, from within
bare and pensive silence

chaining my heart to
the sound, the gentle whisper
of our memory,
your laughter has vanquished

shadows and has allowed
the light of midnight
find its fullness once more -

and such a miracle would
suffice, such a gift would
be enough today.

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