Monday, February 27, 2012

sonnet sixty three

hours spill into a naked flight
am I alone blindly fighting
for a light that would leave
you just for me,

breaking ideals and my own
tears so i can see you in the
midst of this battle unyielding,
unwavering, unrelenting

hands bound, tongue tied,
thoughts stirred, my
soul haunted by the

trembling piano piece
that play with my heart,
as the sun robs me of my light.

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