By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2008 Jan 25 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.25.17.02.31761]] |
Take a breath, in deep, to the bottom of your lungs (I'm in too deep) I'm wading in a pool of divinity carving kisses from the porous air to keep my spirit company (bricks and goodbyes are thrown in a pile of misunderstandings like so much garbage: No woman that I have found has a mind made from rose petals No woman that I have found has a smile that makes me weak with its certain sincerity No girl that I have met does not fall like stars into dust) I have so much to say but only the silence seems to listen and so I plant flowers in the snow when it's cold enough to freeze time in all her vanity (this futile habit that I can't seem to break; it keeps hope warm, warm enough to stay alive) And nothing grows nothing sprouts amidst the fallen blanket of snowflakes: like bitter fallen stars they will not allow life here in this place |