Pages

Friday, November 21, 2008

Night

Words fall from my eyes
like charcoal.

Black ink leaks from my heart,
Staining the page with blood.

Cataracts cloud my eye,
Salt coats my tongue;
Now too barren,
too shallow for words.

Shadows fall but are lost
in my eye.

Do not come back.
Turn from this desert.
Le me wander till night falls
And I am gathered up
To fill the space between the stars.

07.31.08

No comments: