Tuesday, April 26


Still, without weight you drift
Exception of light, perfect form
A star amidst silver leaves, burning
White, cold and distant to touch

And if a rain should fall
You’ll burn it off and leave me dry
Face upturned, I have found shelter

Soft, you move out into the night
Moving shadows of still light
I move with you, forgetting the rain
Out of the woods and into the world

And if you should drift away
I don’t think I could stomach the pain
Face turned down beneath the barren sky

Slow, you start to dim and fade
And suddenly the torrent hits me
Tearing through paper shoulders
My weak body, you have left me thus

And if I should feel you near again
I wouldn’t know what to do
Caught between love and the agony of you.


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