Thursday, November 11, 2010


We could possibly count many ways
in which moths
dwindle in our ways of light
the songs we're tired of
the kind of music she's fond of
sheds light into my back
warm summer days that speak
for themselves

I was entangled in fears
oh, how I spoke of tears
when she ran away
the music just went off
never dwindle in bones they said
like the ways
dwindle in the ways of light.

1 comment:

porcelain said...

but i believe you can fly, you know?