Friday, January 2, 2009

Shadow - First published Dec. 27, 2005 in Live Journal

sometimes the air moves blue
around you
the blue of serene reality
of violets

you please the stars in your
tossing prisms of time aside

your cape of wind
your fear of flame

your thought of love:
something like drowning
like a good book
or the scent of first snow
in a faraway
autumn galaxy

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