Thursday, December 3, 2009



Please wait for me,
I am on the run in a paralell-

this day,
give me an hour or two to return-
please don't leave me,

not naught again,
please let live-
not wither.

everything carries me to you-
I am impalpable ash caught in a cloud,

I am specs of ash reflecting light from your sun-
in envy of life in it's purest state;

I'll take what I can get of you,
but will always hope for more.

Oh, how I yearn for a reacha touch
of calligraphy always from those Italian hands of yours

arched fingers like bow and arrow
from cupid,

that strikes with the force of shifting earth
to my soul

my heart.

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