October 01, 2010

the Price of Dreams

the fire of questions burns
without light, without words
jealous for the past
falling over mistakes

throwing out memories piece by piece
certain it won't matter
tearing pictures of laughter
bleeding from confusion

I take a few sips of time
as though drinking a certain cure
I take each precious stitch apart
does no one understand the value of this treasure?
what rights do I have left
except that of abandon
to the only one who always sees
past my wounds
across a desert of loneliness
into a shift in perspective
before time and color merged
around a promise of unfailing love

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