Doesn't poetry save lives?

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Ray ~

I see the ray of light 
falling into the room, 
I see the floating smite 
as it drifts in the light,

and I see you 
as you see me. 

I see you see me 
as the dust & the grime,
I see you see me 
as nothing more than a deed,

and I see my light dim,
as I see us fall apart.

The room glows warm
even as history finds it's criminal,
in the recesses of our story
we lie broken.

The ray finds it's nature,
and leaves the night behind. 

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