Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Lago

The breeze encased in iron
Uneasy sighs as the justice of morrows past, eclipse the scolding moonlight of a native sun. 

Redemption through excellence. 
Restriction by obliteration. 
The Lake stood still for years.
Only the passing rain caused a shiver.

When will the maiden voyage return?
Above whispers of neglect.
And silent hateful signs of affection. 
While at sea I saw her.
While away, Like a stone I've sat. 
In the darkness. 
Her laughter is all she wrote.

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