| Breathe miles, indifferent, thrown my strings apart,
Were time relent, this pride's predictive stream Of denial kite, flows, vent away to heart trailing rib rust � dust of dreams. My only if - can starve your dripping psalm, bent palm across mandate green - yellow clays. On steeds alight, new candles comb me balm, Swept solid heirs, blown stark, start yesterday. Unsaid's so hour, burnt second�s loudest smoke, seeking hope more vain than aids - contorts old into vast, not distance, thorns arose poor choke. What flightless leaves for blooms speak - untold. Dark moments flicker, Fade me, dissipate to sleep alone bare, aweight fashion�s fate. |
| Though we breathe indifferent miles apart,
time may relent, unbinding sorrow�s scheme. Yet daily you deny love�s wayward heart, replace it gently in rib-dust to dream. If only it could stay with you, drip psalms upon your palm and bleed old pain away. Instead I light new candles for what comes, close curtains on the shadow of today. Unspoken hours burn low in scented smoke. I search vain hope within, touch comfort cold and still vast distance rises up to choke poor flightless wings before they might unfold. Dark moments flicker, fade me, dissipate. I sleep alone, awaiting ashen fate. |
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| In response to a sonnet challenge I, with much prodding from J, wrote this. Below mine is J's version of same ... I went insane before we got them fully melded ... lol |