Tuesday, November 3, 2009


A world of colour
in shades of black and white -
Piercing clarity of
this cold moon;
A somber melancholy.
To dream awhile, respite
from the world, from life, from loss.
Your voice a vapor, a mist
on the frozen wind of desire;
Melting, falling into morning...
Light comes like a loathsome
storm, drowning these moments
in blazing, intruding brightness.
Morning comes, a world of colour.
But for now, Dreams
caress and kiss
in breathless beauty...

Feb. 28, 2002

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