June 25, 2006

Buried Love

Buried love

I lie on your grave every night

I hum to your twinkling lights while braiding daisy chains

to adorn you with

I remember how I found you amidst the wintry trees

you there, tossing frigid stars on my eyelashes

and teasing me out with frosty winds

but you there, are long lost under seasons change

feathers forgone for new

three inches for blushing wings

I remain the same, one season after another

and you doll, are twelve seasons in one.

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