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Beneath a naked flame, there lies all the hidden resolution
I heard him softly sing to you my friend
You bowed your head in a silken thread of absolution
While spilling forgetful darkness
From your hands

Are your eyes dim because your dreams are distant
To you I could hear him softly sing
You bowed your head to escape from existence
Then you closed your burning eyes
On everything

Above your line of sight a patient angel is there waiting
He sang to you, although you did not hear
If you will unbow your head, stand still anticipating
Open up your burning eyes
All will be clear

Beneath a naked flame, there lies your own contentment
I know because I felt the burn in his song
But if your silken thread holds onto your resentment
Your eyes will burn in darkness
Your lifelong
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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 Mar 2010 K M Krueger
Keith Trim
When she turned her gaze upon me,
I was a mote of dust
caught in a beam of sunlight
I was huge and beautiful
and bright.

I laughed and danced
and shone.

And when she turned away,
a cloud moved across the sun
and I was extinguished.

— The End —