"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Sunday, February 15, 2015

RISING

I watched stars stretch across mountainous skies,
Fizzing like champagne in bottomless seas,
Flooding blue bubbles that frothed through sweet streams,
Fanning me like the freshness of a breeze.
I burned while matchless rivals imaged flames,
Posturing fire and positioning,
Prancing the dances of the greedy crowd,
Prospecting sly and propositioning.
I hung jostled, jangled like broken chimes,
Dislocating all my present and past,
Destroying my chances at a future,
Dying deaths of regrets and years recast.
But now I laugh and even smile my grins
Knowing you're there as each new day begins.


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