October's Child

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His amber cigarette glows like a tiny planet
As slender threads of moonlight awaken me
Silken words that tumble like pieces of granite
Leaving impressions of mental potpourri

Feeling the wind of last night's conversation
Whispers linger from the open window
Things that should lie in a memory station
Float into reality, frozen dust of long ago

I blend fantasy and reality into tranquility
Indigo memories parade inside my cranial wall
The rain echoes inside my shell of vulnerability
As the residue from my past begins to fall

You talked of your big dreams tucked inside
While I, a mistaken chapter lay faded in time
No longer will I be the painting by your side
I shall walk in lace, while you talk in mime

December 17, 2008

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