| | I watch your soul lift in some inspiring attempt to understand grace, and it isn't even morning yet, you still leave its beauty misinterpreted. I wonder why in hell you left the comfort of your body in the first place
Iv waited all night crammed in mine, Daring to reveal its softness.
And I remember when sunrise was nothing more than something pretty to look at. Before an angel spoke the shapeless aspect of god, throwing shadows to highlight what I denied. I know heaven held us long enough to lose interest. & we question redemption, getting lost in the shape of the sun.
lost in the repetition, redundant circles.
I pace the closest skyline for those hot shades to burnagainst. Wash myself in heavenly bodies & find the fire to burn me pure, when we cut the dawn.
despite the rays
day comes in small answers something easy to believe
The language of birds & wind gods playing dead in my hair. |
| | Posted 12/29/2008 1:20 PM - 33 Views - 6 eProps - 3 comments
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