On the coldest silver nights
I recollect the times
You danced
I danced
And we danced in harmony
But never would the open skies
Believe what they saw
When on that night fell
An empty field
What happened to our souls?
the moon so baffled it stayed up another hour
atleast
as the imprint of our grassy bodies
filled in like a decaying negetive of a photograph
what happened to our souls?

03/15/2009

Posted on 03/15/2009
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