When Evening Falls...c/p
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|Thu, 05-31-2007 - 8:33am|
When evening emerged
a red moon rose,
its fever ran through you.
The sound of wings fluttered--
shadowy reminders, a clock
In a fragile voice you called out,
It made my nerves shudder.
I reached for the curling comfort
of white rings...
exhaling a necessary sigh.
with a split tongue in a clouded dream,
hanging on the edge of a candle's glow,
a few feet away from being plunged
into the darkness of a red moon.
Again, I heard the sound of wings.
I didn't know what to do.
I didn't know what to say.
Edited 5/31/2007 1:26 pm ET by char307
Edited 6/1/2007 11:54 am ET by char307