Thursday, June 3, 2010

If Only I Had the Nerve

The sun is setting

On our new found day

The earth is moving

In an unfamiliar way

The moon is pulling

Us where it may

And you exhale

With your dirty toes

And polluting lips.

The sun is gone

And all that remains is darkness

The earth has stopped

And all sense is gone

The moon is nothing

Without your face

To light our pathway.

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