Sunday, March 15, 2009

If it is written

clear blue sky,
dance songs radiate
from nowhere
Picassos melt the earth
this is art?

sweet green grass,
a soft drumbeat fades
from my slumber
i craft another song
is this love?

move inside
pull the covers close
warmth meanders
through palladium windows
archways to somewhere sincere

and no one writes another word
cacophony of dreams
pull the covers close, dear
embrace another word revered
another kiss

shoulder to shoulder, we sleep
our missive lost in the hollow
beneath yet another blue sky
our minds lost and unkind
leave nothing for those that follow

adt
cincinnati, oh

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