Wednesday, 08 July 2009

• For Someone, Somewhere
  by anonymous
  
  I’ve heard loneliness
  associated with panes of glass:
  rain sleeting down the sides,
  blurred indigo
  trickling in uneven rivulets.
  
  Out there somewhere
  someone’s warm inside,
  dancing towards the drops
  and all the while,
  you sit
  and watch
  as loss pools on the ledge.
  
  Tracing down the edge,
  there was a time
  safe and lost in sleep,
  heart pumping dreams to your mind
  when life and love were yours to keep.
  

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