Tuesday, August 20, 2013

OPUS 42



Where are you
my salvation?
Everywhere and
nowhere
I can touch.
From rowing
my boat through
piece of my heart,
the lights of
Gotham,
the dark,
the spark
between us,
everywhere
I’d dare to go,
there you were,
and are
my salvation,
my aging with
saving grace.
Strip me of
my face,
my form,
my torn and
tender trust,
just please
hear my longing
in a blue note,
hear it in layers,
like blue smoke

across the moon.

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