February 12, 2012



today. 
february 11.

we have flown too closely
to the sun and its burn, 
giving of love
with nothing in return. 
and the fall to the sea
was desperately spread;
like a child i flailed, 
hardly catching my breath. 

if the stars show themselves
but i’m kept under clouds,
if the memory haunts
like the dying, their doubt,
i’ve a sea of redemption
to sail until i am free; 
i’ve a hundred blank pages
to lay down at your feet.

soundtrack: Love In The Afterlife by Mark Mathis

today.
february 11.

we have flown too closely
to the sun and its burn,
giving of love
with nothing in return.
and the fall to the sea
was desperately spread;
like a child i flailed,
hardly catching my breath.

if the stars show themselves
but i’m kept under clouds,
if the memory haunts
like the dying, their doubt,
i’ve a sea of redemption
to sail until i am free;
i’ve a hundred blank pages
to lay down at your feet.

soundtrack: Love In The Afterlife by Mark Mathis

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