Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Laughing at Dying

He had to leave, and therefore without
And I without him, a perilous dissection of two of another
Thinking there I could rest assured
Safe and untouched
And not watched
And not heard
But there did I mull over all of his words
And thinking on them, they descended on me
And awoke from a sleep I ne’er knew they would flee
Why ought I run from something I see
If nothing can touch, or hear or hurt me
What a liar is love, when love cannot be free

1 comment:

Unqualified said...

great lines and flow
post more so i can read them :-)
i want to