the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Comfort In Displacement

Short-lived dreams fall from northeastern skies,
Perfect in crystal state,
But the disintegrate before their secrets can be told.
Our hearts are too warm to ever beat through that cold,
Standing on the porch like it was a decade ago,
Ice on the steps,
Lawn covered in snow.
I'm blanketed in a fresh white sheet
And tucked into discrete corners of maps.
I'd nap with eyes wide open,
I've once dreamed of this day.
Speechless in the creases
With the pieces to play every breath with a reason
Every heartbeat in treason
When the lights burn on an empty stage
And I wait for the hand that will turn a new page.

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