the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Preveiling Winds

Lovely, just what might this be?
Street lights, bare trees, dead leaves,
This is the reason why I left.
I'm a crusader trading colors
To the East from the West.
It's been six months,
Two weeks and five days
Swelled my chest and sung
Hoping these lungs wouldn't fade away.
Lovely, above me, the feathers flow
And for once I'm okay with just being alone.

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