Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Broken Away


Broken Away


I will not look into your eyes
full of sluggish places
burrows lit with bonfires made from shadows
gloomy stories that I’ve never tread

I cannot bathe in springs of broken wings
or have a conversation with your oversight
or chant good-byes to arms wrapped around

the sands whisking
through the murky spaces of your air
I must not be alone with any of your dreams








©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 22, 2010

2 comments:

Blog Archive

Followers


Typying