Internal

[Rain_Pixie]

Trembling cracks spread bleeding fingers
Beneath dusty burning auburn coils
Following tattoos of meshed words
Consoled by enticing false otherlight

Metallic atmosphere pierces dry coughs
Rumbling long forgotten pleas of mercy
Heralding the race of break and bend
Toward the same uncertain chasm

Pale slivers of a real star ghost through
A reminder of that which is coveted
Intensely melancholy and warm
Of sound, sight, and faint dreams

Dawn is still miles away, holding other suns
Somehow not oblivious to the rawness
Yet the bruised flesh believes otherwise
For the mind does not comprehend yet


8-6-09

[frank]

Very nice, Sister. ^_^ Could mean many things, many doors do open, many visions unfold. Some real and some not so real. All leave me with more than I knew, more than I had before this read. A richer man am I for that. Thank you for eloquently filling my cup. ^^