Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I'd like to be gone when it happens

At a sunrise that will never be seen
Lizards examined the air


Count tear drops 
Dawns pink sheets
until they evaporate 


Birds evenings songs
become complete

Spitting a kiss
That rides days breath.

It's declared

So they start anew

taste truth
It has survived the night

No bars
No windows dressed
No broken
silent hisses

The mid of this day

Heats the skin

Makes them sway & rock
no need for rubber sticky sock

Quite simple see

The Heat
The ride
A world at ease within its self


Self Doubt cuddled up to Listen to me, 
High on a shelf covered in dust
                                               Waiting for evolution to arrive.....

Will that, be a beautiful dawn?.


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