the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Summon You

A crooked carriage reels you in,
The horseman lost his head again.
I wander plains of worn out graves
Moaning for forgotten names.
A table set with dirty sheets
Wines picked from the dying trees.
I took the cue and made a toast,
A summer hue in sudden ghosts.

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