July 13, 2008

  • A Small Poem....

    Retrieved from a forgotten email written two years ago....

    as always, a draft -

     

    I refuse the dark side of stars,
    The moon
    When it's worn out its shine.
    Your light holds me
    Like a tiny child carries a brand new cat.
    Inside me, the match catches,
    Holds again,
    A fresh light,
    Wobbly and soft,
    Like the cat
    In its circle of arms.

     

    pearlbamboo

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