Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Aun Aprendo





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Nausicaa 357

The window of the loved
Newly painted with dreams
Lies quiet, lost, covered in thoughts
Of white and light and saying that things will change.
And they do, for some lovely moment
Where we would see to the far side
Of morning and
Make our confessions into poetry
To be read aloud in luxury
And passed around and
Worn simply like a veil
Or a badge
Sent up to fly and too soon to disappear
To be found again in ribbons
At the seashore moving
With the evening light.

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