Flaked Gold

Posted: August 30, 2012 in Uncategorized
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heave a sigh

here the wind joins

on gentle breath,

again my day

born from stars,

has a sharp savor

to the soul,

thoughts as blossom

between fingers picked

cast over waning fires,

not glancing back

a look at frigid oceans toss,

rubbing shoreline

with foamy insolence,

my heart wants to chant

find a voice

last lost when beneath

you quivered,

your face now abstract

yet still defining,

from this coast

i would search

overturn many moments

so i could take your hand

again,

to see if any feeling

had budded , grown

from the moisture of

your eyes,

no more to walk a

gloomy path,

but to rise in places

fall,

and be buried in roses

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Comments
  1. So love – ‘my heart wants to chant’ – beautiful. K

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