Sunday, February 5, 2012

Ending summer

In days of despair,
I offer a prayer
of breaths and whispers,
half-lies and apologies.

Hope ferments
a dreamer's mind,
drunken wild with visions -
of mountains and a stream.

To have a home
beneath those stars,
while the world goes round,
chasing its tail,
giddy to its teeth.

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