Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Tonight,
heaven is beyond
personal hopes.
We look,
patiently,
for the Northern moon,
seeing time
go out
like desire.

2 comments:

:..M..: said...

Lovely. This gripped me like a pang of the broken heart.

Anonymous Poet said...

"See time go out like desire." I was really struck by that one.

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