turn to me
the sun throws its last sparks
dies a violet sky
leave this dream of sorts
dream in me
crawl from my skin
rise with the moon
you are more twists and turns
old road to something unmarked dark
loneliness begins here
in these trees
or close
a horse gallops from the naked moon
its sweet breath reaches me
frost and dew
stars diamond
throw blue fire
this is all that matters
this universe crowing
this road closed
me shadowless
she detouring to greener meadows
drenched in more moon
JP
10.12.09
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