the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Clearing

I've been reacquainted with the blue luminescence,
True to the memories of my cloudy adolescence.
Brighter streaks were from the ones that we made
With our own hands attached to arms that made wings.
I'll let go of these roses, as they should be left to grow.
That is the sound of spring, boy, welcome it on home.

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