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By Ali Date: 2004 Jun 08 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.08.11.45.5997]] |
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My eyes have gone From gracious to Green-- An extraordinary shelter From the truth of this creeping ache. It isn't my ego that's undone, But the heart of me that beats In idle rhythms, hoping For the closet dream But the farthest wish. These silken secrets Stay my voice--held In the throes of Reason. I can leave no answer here, No quiet truth to soften the way To "I'm sorry." Now the Flame Has been replaced, sufficed By something tamer Than I could give. Ah, I don't believe in jealousy, The kind the strangles All the hope it sees-- But in wicked ways, in subtle Silences, the green-eyes Are all I can see. And I am one step weaker The more words I waste and weave, Leaving the tempest of the moment, Only to fall to the cold side of solace, A whisper in the world of me--the pieces That have all but gone beyond my reach-- I remember too much of what used to be, And I know all too well Of the depths I fall to feel. |