Tuesday, August 18, 2009

There Are Still Songs

There are still songs
that make me think of you,
in the middle of the night under a
starry sky unseen for the wonders in
the dark canopied void of faithless searching
or hope of those who search in shadows
and stray from light

Do you remember
the touch of lips on skin
that night in the waking moments
of things sleeping long and dormant
inside our tattered selves before the ash
began to fly and the past to peel away as we
burned against one another in the predawn glow
of the morning to be now

Do you still taste that kiss
seasoned with tears,
taught with our smiles

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