Friday, November 30, 2012

Painful Shadow

Slide down moonbeams from the brain
we meet again
to verify verity verily.
Hurriedly, we disappear in the smoke that cloaks
the croaks of hearts shuddering in the midnight hour.
How much time have we wasted ogling at a firebird
whose feathers spell your name
like it was a neon rainbow dividing the sky?
How do we manage to sit
and shoot question
marks like discombobulated arrows, the swell of redemption
slowly foaming away from the folly that was
the sea?
In moments like this when the moon seems to bop up
and down the dark commotion of clouds,
I’ve always wanted to ask if you really knew me.
Only, it was the window left to answer,
its tongue of light lining the contours of your painful shadow.

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