Sunday 11 October 2009

Morning Star

On the last second I stared at the night

The city lights, the stars.

I won’t go back.

And I blew down the last candle on this hopeless romance.

All the grace and the defiant gone with the flame.

One dark room.

Before the stars vanished and the dawn came I was gone

I’d hold these stars and swallow their light

So they would shine within so you could find me

If only I could find you tonight and tell every word I prayed upon a mirror

From the commotions to the greatest of the elegies.

I’d grieve upon the lost one inside us

As the first light reaches the peak of the sky, I was gone.

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