Monday, October 20, 2008

A Song For My Coat

Notes to myself,
Words passed through time.

Words full of meaning,
vain, absent meter and rime.

Words for the lector
Songs for the throat
Notes to myself
Stick with a coat.

Plays with no ending
Doors left ajar.
I can see what needs rendering
I can't get that far.

What's missing is tragic
Though not want for loss
I've no faith in Magic
Nor in the Cross.

The unknown I'm seeking
Is not in the past.
I've hope for the future;
The Ocean is vast.

03.20.08

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