the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Second Day Born

Trust becomes a trinket exchange,
Another lace ties over the bridge
Tuned to the sound of my own name.
The pound of a wave of water pressed against my skin
Lifted, I was walked through thin air again.
A lightness the likeness of assurance
Of a mailbox every morning, a message every night
And the movie didn't even matter in the end.
She wrapped the name around a solid heart
A piece put back in that she once took apart.

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