Friday, December 10, 2010

Who Knows

Who knows what
the moon holds
in its cup of wayward sand.

Keeper of pale luminescence,
drop down your ladder
free this feeble soul
from the wealth of its transgressions.

Voyager on the the crest of
idle and nocturnal dreams,
rescue me
from the heart of indifference,
from the ache of sorrows unnamed.

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