Monday, January 3, 2011

December 22 Poem

the moon
slumps in the sky
like a heavy heart
and gravity
tugging at my eyelids
in a cavalcade
of sighs
that dissolve
like ice
in spring
i am waiting
for sleep
to ferry me
any dream
will do
for now
i am
one more passenger
like you
i do not believe
we have been
who were you
before you
closed your eyes.

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