To the untold

by Keath   Mar 9, 2008


A clouded bed cropped the sky
For levitation is just a word
The clear opening does not break
Your inner voice passed unheard

I can feel our salutation
Now, when time should be found
A single laugh for those forgotten
And can no longer stand their ground

I used to love the romances
The swift movements like a deer's
But morning's dawn shut its openings
The restrict of movements disappears

A jealous lover was my friend
A field of poison ivies on my feet
Forgive me, but time has told
To go a place far underneath

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