The Black & White Poet
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the sky is falling
Leaning against this willow,
peaking over at the cemetery-
where old love lies
in empty shoeboxes.
Holding unto my leaf from God,
I blink at that stone
we once played around
in my dream.
My love for you
was never buried.
A cold, piercing tear,
is slipping down, down
my roughly naked back.
When the soul cries,
it rains.
Love is patient.
Next to my once-broken wings,
that rest by my empty, broken coke bottle,
my sheet music bleeds to the ground reading:
"...the hands stain from fingertip
to fingertip. It becomes time
to withdrawal from security and love..."
My records are
dauntingly spread across the garden.
The wishing well is frozen,
and the wind is etching disorder.
I begin to catch the stars,
that clash with the mourn,
that fall aloft the roses,
and dead morning glories.
I chose between the galaxy
and you long ago.
Remember, your value is
superior to, and exceeding the stars
that swirl and sparkle the worth amongst space?
But amongst these long-suffering moments,
I can only imagine you.
And imagine what tomorrow will bring.
~DaYnA e. 5/9+10/04
peaking over at the cemetery-
where old love lies
in empty shoeboxes.
Holding unto my leaf from God,
I blink at that stone
we once played around
in my dream.
My love for you
was never buried.
A cold, piercing tear,
is slipping down, down
my roughly naked back.
When the soul cries,
it rains.
Love is patient.
Next to my once-broken wings,
that rest by my empty, broken coke bottle,
my sheet music bleeds to the ground reading:
"...the hands stain from fingertip
to fingertip. It becomes time
to withdrawal from security and love..."
My records are
dauntingly spread across the garden.
The wishing well is frozen,
and the wind is etching disorder.
I begin to catch the stars,
that clash with the mourn,
that fall aloft the roses,
and dead morning glories.
I chose between the galaxy
and you long ago.
Remember, your value is
superior to, and exceeding the stars
that swirl and sparkle the worth amongst space?
But amongst these long-suffering moments,
I can only imagine you.
And imagine what tomorrow will bring.
~DaYnA e. 5/9+10/04
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