Friday, August 14, 2009

string theory



in the darkest hours
clarity comes
slowly at first
night masks my eyes
my soul lifts
transparent
out of body, out of mind
painless and ethereal

my world becomes
the thought process
a simple animal
with such a complex task
balance is hard to achieve
faith so hard to grasp
distant (and hidden)
are my dreams

you have become
the earth beneath my feet
the deep blue above me
life giving breath (I'm gasping)
tether my soul, my dreams
unnoticed and unattended
left to rust...unloved
It's so lonely here without you


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