THE COLDER MONTHS.
5/13/10
Ash in my lungs,
Remembering you and autumn afternoons;
We’ve held the breath from sunsets
Together in our solitaire,
In two minds companioned.
Now far we’ve grown and still
The wonders of this world remain,
Heavy and thick like liquor sedation;
We cling to the skirts of our mother of Change
Pleading for mercy for our broken past.
These deceptions reside;
Broken speech and the cry of our child of Hope
We echo in the silence of an unknown love,
Smothered in smoke like a winter night
While mother lies dormant,
And we, side by side.
© BLAYKE MORROW, 2010
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