Friday, December 31, 2010

Desolate Piper


In the eyes of the lovers
sparkles are held forever
meant to be engraved
over the heart
to bring you so higher

no desolate sighing
lost in a wave of ashes

in the eyes of the lovers
ways lost through the moan
stone can get to the next moon


still waiting for
the dew to abound
to show up at the door
some labyrinth of insanity
with no ending
I know I know when you feel it
you will know