Thursday, February 10, 2011

Little Thoughts

You reside in my eye
Like the aching grief
When little pleasures die

When you are gone
Thoughts become
Blazing illusions in the sun

With fluid ease
You surpass my concrete walls
Soft as a summer breeze

I have traced
Every angle of darkness
In the tears I've embraced


1 comment:

  1. Love “Blazing illusions in the sun”. Like the poem a lot.


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