Terry A Posted February 12 Share Posted February 12 Did you say anything? When the dark came seeping in a deathly pall pouring over light Did you plan? That warm hand reaching for yours should in the end find cold the thing left behind? That your leaving found others huddling for the warmth your words could fashion into blankets; no priest caste stepping to the plate to build roads of traverse the world you touched by sun not contained by sound bites or collectors of unusual things or by songs played at midnight in cafes going to sleep and that even that one kiss might fly into the night too puzzled to ever alight to some knowing it could keep. While the centre of the Earth holds tight to its moon churning mantle and the singing sloughs off the chaos circling like ravens looking for fresh kill. Until all the anchors lift and hurtle into space, settling time in back and forward forward and back the confusion of love looking over how many ways we could die, have died, will die could live, have lived, will live. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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