Monday, December 1, 2008

I Would

I would be that for you:
be everything,
and nothing,
and the comfort in between.

Your escape from
and your escape to,
I would lilt you to sleep
with unheard lullabies,
give you new life
in a morning’s sweet breath.

Be your flint, your warmth,
your sweet simmering song
no one else can hear
in this purgatory life.

What have we done?
Where will we go?
What will we do?

If we could travel together…
I would.

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