next to you
my words are small
they clamber for the warm
they seem outweighed
by truths you house
yet long to know your form
they tell me low
'suggest the touch'
but fear to risk the torn
their meaning slack
your ecliptic
tide so shapes my morn
i wait the days
i wait the days
i long to see
and read that face
that subscript giving clues
not wrong to hope
nor out of place
to wonder-wait my cue
i smile the day
remembrance laced
so think what might i do
to find myself
new sea moon night
again
right
next to you
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 10:40 PM UTC
next to you
my words are small
they clamber for the warm
they seem outweighed
by truths you house
yet long to know your form
they tell me low
'suggest the touch'
but fear to risk the torn
their meaning slack
your ecliptic
tide so shapes my morn
i wait the days
i wait the days
i long to see
and read that face
that subscript giving clues
not wrong to hope
nor out of place
to wonder-wait my cue
i smile the day
remembrance laced
so think what might i do
to find myself
new sea moon night
again
right
next to you
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