Flight
By Al Aaraaf
(pillow white these dreams of scattered stars) bathed in mercury; spoken from a blurred horizon ashamed from a memory a new language (my frozen lover’s tongue) speaks of hope as if someone believed to hold my belief behind these towers taller than my self-restraint o but how it feels to fly though death may find it easier to meet me there only in the chill of my breath will I ever seek it myselfThe 'imagery' poem. I only kept it because I like some of the lines. Otherwise, I dun' like it. Enjoy, it's one of my LONGER ones. Eheh. Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 03:47 PM PST 10 • 0
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"(pillow white these dreams of scattered stars)..."