Thursday, April 1, 2010

Verse: -30-

When I started
I wanted to be
a mountain

and as
I learned
to crawl

among the
craven crowds
that denied me

I wanted
to be vengeance

when I was
by loss

I resolved
to be
a requiem

and when
injury set
upon me

I wanted
to be
a healer

many things
have I been
and will be

but in
the end
I would most like

to be the kiss
that parts
your lips

and dies
in a ceremony
of sighs