Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Voices from the surreal

Voices from the surreal

bringing echoes of your internal war
and news 
that we are losing 
day after day

start taking possession
within me, of me. 

if your earnest words
can dissolve these nerves

I will grant you the wings

to answer the prayer
I read in your eyes

the first time we met
smoke rose 
between your fingers

casual prayers 
you didn’t utter.

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