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Collisions of a Reflection
by Krystall VegaThe reflections in the windows
play tricks on me
but the green sign says
we have miles to go.
I like to watch your eyes
find hope in the yellow lines
in front of us,
as if you'd like to tear away
the starlight
and save it just for me.
Uncomprehensible art
lingers in our ears
and our souls are stuck
to bright headlights
and even without words,
we understand.
What's amazing is
what a perfumed night can do
and how your glamour is only
complimented by it.
Numbers
in your car
radiate that ninety minutes
have gone past.
I find some hope in red lights.
Precious.
Precious red lights.
07/17/2005 Posted on 07/17/2005
Copyright © 2025 Krystall Vega
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/19/05 at 03:39 AM 'I find some hope in red lights.
Precious.
Precious red lights.' ...these lines speak volumes and means so much depending on which layer of awareness one is.
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| Posted by Shonda Chrissonberry on 07/20/05 at 08:37 PM Krystall ~ your pieces/style remind me so much of how I used to write ~ say 13 years ago. When it seemed life to me was fresh. I have lost my early pieces and have just been taken aback with your words. Like visiting an old friend. (Did I just call myself old? lol) Thank you so much. I look forward to more of your work. :) Shon |
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