Monday, March 21, 2011

The Morning Light


Blurred and pale
I saw your face
As my body rests
Everything has languished
But the sense
Of a memory fading


The morning light
So thin I can feel it breaking

It crosses the wall
Towards my body


The wall above
I saw it changing
In the morning light
Emptiness expanding
Wounds kept fresh
Through careful tending
Daylight Dies

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