(no subject)
Oceans of broken glass
that we must walk over
the green field at night
with illusions that float by:
lovers clutching hands in the cold
the small glance of eyes that rise
out of the shadows the city reaches
arms that draw you to the darkness
of its heart. I look up at the ceiling
lights flickering make strange shapes
out of the sudden! stop don't move
because she holds the moment like a
newborn, then her face collapses into a
the arising explosion of fireworks when
the subtle lines of smile shimmer electric
sentences to understanding eyes, mine!
embraced and held like fire to oak
my graced angel who lays invisibly on emerald beds
darkly in the earth when i close my eyes it is with you
when i breathe all manner of winds shiver
our veins--
oh passionate consolation you give the slate
monoliths of the city a wavering rebellion
a quiet uprising in the blood lilacs of our
fleeting, don't step away so fast, train
stops farewell
that we must walk over
the green field at night
with illusions that float by:
lovers clutching hands in the cold
the small glance of eyes that rise
out of the shadows the city reaches
arms that draw you to the darkness
of its heart. I look up at the ceiling
lights flickering make strange shapes
out of the sudden! stop don't move
because she holds the moment like a
newborn, then her face collapses into a
the arising explosion of fireworks when
the subtle lines of smile shimmer electric
sentences to understanding eyes, mine!
embraced and held like fire to oak
my graced angel who lays invisibly on emerald beds
darkly in the earth when i close my eyes it is with you
when i breathe all manner of winds shiver
our veins--
oh passionate consolation you give the slate
monoliths of the city a wavering rebellion
a quiet uprising in the blood lilacs of our
fleeting, don't step away so fast, train
stops farewell