Wednesday, January 6, 2010

move to the city*

my sky isn’t like your sky
the clouds here are white
i can touch the blue and feel
but you are bricked away
behind concrete faces
and i wonder how you breathe there

my waves are colder and they crash
harder against my fingertips
harder and colder than any of the
waves you feel
how can you keep from drowning?
and why can’t i save you today?

my sun is a wild and white
never setting
and it’s glow could set you free
if you let it
but now you’re fading slowly
while the shadows kiss your lips

my rain is warmer than rain you drink
when you’re slipping away
if you could stay here
we could stand on the sidewalk
as drops hit heavy on our eyelashes
we’ll fall into the dark

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