November 14, 2010 § Leave a comment

I sit among the crowd of silhouettes
Face to face with the faceless few
Whose stories drift in silent dreams
And whom I surrender to
Secrets of the past unraveled
I feel the hands against my heart
Spirits passed whose breath I share
A delicate stitch in world’s apart
Dimly lit and palely colored
Like an ancient silent rise
And lost in coded messages,
I am mesmerized



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