Wish for more
than empty sky
and stars
that mean nothing,
stars that glare lonely
like the inside of
a pinhole camera,
they are million years of light
gazing down
with no attachment,
no blue fairy,
no blaze of glory
to go streaking across the
horizon
tied to a wish
of lovers
a wish to be together,
not even star-crossed,
just a quiet slope
into the atmosphere....

Wish for more
like a penny dropped into
a fountian
plunging to the blue depths
to lay looking upwards
the world is watery and less
lucid
and theres no attachment
no heartstrings
no nothing
just copper in the water,
oxidizing....

12/02/2007

Posted on 12/02/2007
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