Dec 18, 2004 22:24
when the silence
roars .
then i dream of you
who never emerged from those summer days
to show me winter
or even hold my hand again.
love might redeem
these words
these wordlessnesses
i dreamed of
a common language
a splintered heart
of wishes
but the silence
consumes .
and then i wake to hollow winter light &
the useless breakage of my
poetry
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