you silence the ghostly echoes


that ravage a night so perfectly still.


the cemetary serenity


of a soul running blind in daylight


is livened by a portrait of literary perfection


that i never thought i'd see again.





i'd give my soul to touch yours


if only it was mine to give.





this frozen moment,


still oceans of time


leave me too much thought


of how it should be.


my own personal ice age


to dwell


on what might have been.





odd that i feel your spark


from such distances.


your breath is the warm breeze


that keeps me from becoming landscape.


your smile is a candle in the distance


giving me a pursuit so i don't lose my mind.





how do you tell an angel you love her


without feeling like she's heard it all before?

07/10/2006

Posted on 07/10/2006
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