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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Empty Rooms with Windows

Bliss in your presence
And tears in your void.
Sadness always shadows.
'Tis something I try to avoid.

Don't twinkle your eyes dear.
I won't enter rooms of your heart.
I'll look through glassless windows
And this game I will not take part.

Because the key you hold
Is to empty rooms and windows.
I will not set foot on the stage
With an actor of many shows.

Photograph by Gary Crutchley

Old Scars

You tear scabs off old scars
That once sealed my, now, open heart.
Like stone slabs on mouse holes.
Smile, and slowly take them apart.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Like Silver

You wrap me in soft cloth.
And polish me like silver.
I beam when you hold me.
And every breath, thus, molds me.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The Things I See

You’re always in sight:
A continuous thought.
And you might argue
That I blink a lot.

As if to say
That I don’t see
The way you are
When you look at me.

And darling know
That this is true
In those times I blink
I think of you.

Photography by Yana Yaroshevich

Monday, March 21, 2011

Crowded Room II

A crowded room is empty
And not a face is seen.
When sorrow overwhelmed me
Your eyes shined a beam.
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