Broken Away
Broken Away
I will not look into your eyes
full of sluggish places
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
through the murky spaces of your air
I must not be alone with any of your dreams
© Sergio A. Ortiz, June 22, 2010
Thank you for the good wishes.
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