the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


We sing our drinks
We sing our past
Grasped in binding,
Ethereal light,
And the echoed wood and clocks
Make the city safe at night.
Troubled youth choose
To shed their own kind of light
That resonates in the hearts
Of lovers of the same,
Lovers that need someone to tame
Every field of our flowers
With a place and a name
And a purpose:
It nurses our souls for a day.
I have a daisy,
And its petals float away...

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