Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Moonbeams


Moonbeams

the air floats about me like clouds blanket, and i feel free. yet only to the air, not the world and life around me. the pain feels lifted for one moment, then as a butterfly i press each key and humble myself to your memory.
your thievery of all that makes me breath.
i continue to float lightly begging my body, soul, and heart to again share their spirit. but no flutter
no bit of fairy turned magic. and again i fall into my moth burned shame. there to die with patient loss of dreams on setting moons never to be seen.


...and that's blogging without borders!

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