This morning I did see Julie
my word she looked awfully pale
her face was so vacant
as if she had traversed all of time
I called her name
yet to no avail
she was distant
as a static pylon
Their was no glow in her face
yet she smelt electrical
like you find on birds wings
as they fall to cinders to the ground
I wonder did she fly last night
when told not to
did she fly again,when asked not
did Julie dare to fly again
Her living soul was lonely
for I saw it on Waterloo station
she beckoned to me to her
I told her to forgive my invocations
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
This morning I did see Julie
my word she looked awfully pale
her face was so vacant
as if she had traversed all of time
I called her name
yet to no avail
she was distant
as a static pylon
Their was no glow in her face
yet she smelt electrical
like you find on birds wings
as they fall to cinders to the ground
I wonder did she fly last night
when told not to
did she fly again,when asked not
did Julie dare to fly again
Her living soul was lonely
for I saw it on Waterloo station
she beckoned to me to her
I told her to forgive my invocations
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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