Wednesday, June 08, 2005

There is hope in shadows,
I think.
There is love in the deep,
soul-seeking,
dark.
I would like to learn to fly,
using broken, ashen sticks,
from fires,
still alight.
I would like to see the sun
shine on your face,
and show me
what I have forgotten.
I look out into the dark,
pitching sky,
filled with strikes,
like matches,
and howls,
like fierceful gods,
in which I've stopped believing.
On my roof I count every single raindrop,
waiting,
as the wind tries to snatch me away,
for love,
like lightning,
to strike me down.

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