shy fly
take my leg
dance til dawn
duck out
to get some sleep
on the wall
* * *
the mist glows
the moonlight
a world of trouble
a burning brand
immersed in a crystal pond
our hearts do know
what we've struggled so long for
this is a phantom mirror
a magic show
put forth spite
and you will get it back
put out your hand
one will reach for yours
the rain on the day you were born
will drown your fears
feed your thirst
sail your tiny boat
bursting with humble expectations
to your home
on an ocean, teeming
with space
Friday, July 28, 2017
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