And I will breathe life into these
The ones that did not exist
Previously in mind
Capture by the ever present
Above all be all
That rapture the souls
Of the corner half
Recesses of my mind
Taking of that which was not once theirs
But their own breath
That belong to them but did not belong
That held fast writhing the motions
But crash within the times
And I will breathe life into them
The parts of me that were not me
But yet you
And do not now belong
To me nor you
But yet me and you
But to above the skies and below the ground
Surrender to the pounding sounds
Of hooves in midnights wake
Which was only my voice
Taking shape
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And behind in my wake
Your short breathe intake
Gasping
Grasping
At the flesh of the throat of hope
Clinging to the vast memories of the flight
I clasp tightly onto your hand
Reaching within into your soul
The wind hikes up
My wings spread reborn
No longer torn with the scorn of a million happy sons
No daughters of suns
Your like a ton weight
But I can help you
Because it's like helping myself
Friday, June 18, 2010
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Beautiful. I hope the mystery author is having a great summer!
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