#7

October 24, 2010 § 1 Comment

The dying sky bleeds midnight’s life
Into the lashes of the morning
Weaving gauzy ribbons of exhaled carbon
Into silken lattice curtains – like
A barrier of sound between tar and stars
In the moment when eyelines meet
Where headlights intersect moonbeams
Underneath the hazy light of dawn – and
The asphalt symphony is beaten to silence
By the voice of a heart with desires

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