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I cannot touch your fog people They haunt me every night Sad smiles slipping from their faded lips There’s a moth drowning in the candlelight The velvet flour of its wings Dancing in the flames and casting shadows Over my sunken eyes I’m searching for your breathless But maybe that’s my problem Perhaps all they are is smoke and air There’s no moon tonight in this sinkhole sky The blackbirds have smothered her In their charcoal feathers as fireflies Pretend to form stars I can only remember your voice Ringing like elk-song in my ears When their dew point fingers brushed my heart There’s a silence that is pulling at my soul The soft glow from my chest Is being dragged over those unlit fields I walk alone I cannot touch your fog people They are not mine to see Sifting in between here and eternity There’s a scream echoing in my memories The desire to touch your mist Leaving hopeless footsteps that end abruptly And do not exist
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 7:41 PM UTC
Not My Words to Hear (For J)
I cannot touch your fog people They haunt me every night Sad smiles slipping from their faded lips There’s a moth drowning in the candlelight The velvet flour of its wings Dancing in the flames and casting shadows Over my sunken eyes I’m searching for your breathless But maybe that’s my problem Perhaps all they are is smoke and air There’s no moon tonight in this sinkhole sky The blackbirds have smothered her In their charcoal feathers as fireflies Pretend to form stars I can only remember your voice Ringing like elk-song in my ears When their dew point fingers brushed my heart There’s a silence that is pulling at my soul The soft glow from my chest Is being dragged over those unlit fields I walk alone I cannot touch your fog people They are not mine to see Sifting in between here and eternity There’s a scream echoing in my memories The desire to touch your mist Leaving hopeless footsteps that end abruptly And do not exist
For you dear friend, my savior and inspiration. You must know that you were the pure heart who first kept me going when I thought all was lost.
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 7:41 PM UTC
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