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By Briana Kassia Date: 2008 Oct 04 Comment on this Work [[2008.10.04.20.59.23561]] |
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The crispness of the autumn night draws me down into the writing the stories that flow from my fingers violent Kings and scheming Queens living life in the wrack of my dreams my pen scratching in the predawn quiet: you're still asleep and safe and then as the sky pales and the wind blows through the velvety blanket of the night a storm wind carrying crows before it blowing fear my way loss even as the trees lose their leaves god, love: you are so far and we have never touched and I could die today or you and we would never know never for sure what we could have been what we could have suddenly afraid as the wind blows wild fiercely ripping at the battlements of my hope does the fortress stand strong? or does the insidious storm blow through the mortar and the walls crumble away to leave me alone against the elements without even a dream to shield me? |