April 21, 2010


trails of what if draw a line in the sand
but I know it is harder to breathe
as time climbs lower and lower.
Rescue me from this desire that captivates my heart
even if it takes an absence of thought
and a division of two roads.

in between the affection of unexpected wanderings
a cup of tea speaks of the depth of tomorrow.
who is blind but the one who is caught in the tide of faded conversations?
since logic fails to explain missing pieces
and the benefit of the doubt is lost in time,
it appears no words can do justice
to a weak heart that waits

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