Sunday, November 28, 2004
IThere, there is her sadness
Quite deftly articulated.
Though not retreating
She
May be
More quiet
And you may have to come
For her.
She can only reach so far in silence
Without knowing.
II
The dawn brought soft light from
The Twilight of Eve.
I want to step into
The nude sunrise blinding
The moon sharp like cold metal.
-Peach, 26 November '04
Mina at 11:36 AM
