Sunday, October 30, 2011

Wildflowers (Friday Oct 21st 2011)

I still love you
but I fear being near you

wound with a touch
bruise with a word

a whispered dream of hope
brings down crashing waves of dispair

I reach for you
finding only your ghost

lost here, drowning
in a tidal wave of love

and pain
and neglect

yet I hold on
determined thing that I am

always dreaming of you, of me
and wildflowers.

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