Monday, March 02, 2015

of silence

flickering questions
posing as vivid reminiscence
shared moments changing hands
unowned, scattered
like orphaned children
left hungry, yearning for love
in backstreets with noone to find them

unanswered doubts
disguised as threadbare hope
beautiful, my adored,
dressed in the cloth of
whispered dreams
built too high for even sleep
to climb, to reach, to fulfill them

I'll leave the light on when I go

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