Sunday, February 15, 2009


In candles' wax
impress your touch upon me
fading fast
like the sunless sky above me
Mindless eye
in a scattered field of gray
weakened moment
shattered glass on the Appian Way

You traipse beside me
like a dog beside its' master
and its' inside me
like a slice of barren winter
moving fast
it canters below the horizon
in a teardrop
dripping fair across my face

Make an altar
of genuine fast
and bring me
shades of touch of the past
for now 'naught with me
in blessed spades
but in shards of eternity
welded together in blessed morning.

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