painting the sky with your sighs
they stream along like clouds
streak the blue with your
saddened dark greys
and watch them
cry out
rain.
2012
Tag Archives: wistful
unknown
there is a yearnful parting
that never came to be
we search for it without notice
whether or not an illusion
never knowing if each met
will ever be the ONE
as understudys eager to be betrayed as us.
two strangers never encountered
convinced they will know:
innately, irrevocably
and as they contemplate thus
seemingly guaranteed in deed
each pass the other
remaining one less unknown.
Latined
When will the words that spill
from pen step aside to the native inside?
The brimming pronouncements
do not carry the heart as do
the foreign sounds
that claim they are indeed original
yet the thinkings remain clattering away in latin
inching forward to express
what too many words
cannot feel
Rain call
painting the sky with your sighs
they stream along like clouds
streak the blue with your
saddened dark greys
and watch them
cry out
rain
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