this is poetry

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

sounds of silence

sounds of silence
like light from ancient galaxies 
travels through time
that doesn't exist
like you and I
a flower kissed
the jealous sky
rained down a mist
upon us like dew drops
upon fires of grief
and agony
of gravity
pulling and yearning
the distorted memories
and dimensions
of years of our youth
lost in our very own heads
chasing a past
that's already dead
but we're still alive
and I'm breathing here
wondering about your eyes
making an appearance in my dreams
covered in layers of sunglasses
but I still see you there
making a fool of me
and I dance willingly

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