November 2008
Faded Painting
She wanted to believe this rain was over.
She wanted to believe that this world wasn't cold,
But in this feeling she's been wading
and in this silence she believes
in the starlight she is bleeding-
it all fades out.
A strange territory this city has become-
A faded painting left behind.
In her eyes it's always been
and always it's in her smile.
Her breath on my neck I lie awake remembering-
leaves blowing around my feet.
And upon azure skies, I'll blaze her emerald gaze-
kiss the midnight stars for her
and breathe the shimmering world away
to rise in satellite.
Her eyes cast radiant guise-
Casting shadows upon the pavement
of my native
where winds wash away her tears
to splash them upon my toes.
September Eighth_Plague_Legion Poetry Competition Winner
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