Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Escape

The lone man
the burning heart
the broken one
the moonlight, pale on the riverbed
of misery.
Memories in shambles
ribbons cut to the quick
the dew thick on the field
of mystery.
The lone man
the bleeding heart
the yearning one
the drum beat through two places.
Passions moment in the past.
The Shoes to large for him to fill
The Wind bitter from the mountain of wisdom.
A stringed interlude, a sigh deep within
and crescendo stikes the wind ,
filling the place in between with solace.

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