Saturday, January 26, 2013


Sweetest is the evening
that entertains a lie
a blessing hid in open view
a curse laid in disguise
we carry on together
though neither of us bound
by winters holy sorrow
nor summers needy crown

I follow you, and even though
your heart cannot be bound
to winters holy sorrow
and summers needy crown
She whispered in my ear something warm and sharp Fixed circumstances aside, I felt my way along dark promises soft issues broken lies