pathetic.org :: against morning. by Marina Dawn

against morning.

the sun in the arch of the doorway
has scared you to sleep

in the forest of stone

the round face of your watch
begins to sing:

there are no windows here full of war;
there is my heart with its soft decay,
there is What is Built &
What is to Be Built.

04/18/2002

Posted on 04/18/2002
Copyright © 2025 Marina Dawn

Member Comments on this Poem

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/10/15 at 11:32 AM

I just love the way this moves and soft pedals in my brain.

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