Sunday, January 23, 2011

Poetry in Motion

The burden of your beauty
On my shoulders
Meek as glass
The sharp shards
And minuscule particles
From when it last broke
Are still somewhere
And somewhere is
Where we are
Between dawn and day
And without the moonlight
Guided by nothing
But wind and tide
The infallible sea
Is a little small
For the continuum
Of what we feel

Between dawn and day
With either way to drift
It is too dark for the night
And too bright for the sun
You are of course,
Poetry, in motion.

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