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