January 1, 2008

Prayer Cry

as the tinseled pain rolls from my eyes

i can only pray for your hand

to hold my face

cup and trace

to tell me all my yesterdays

are far away...

tonight is magick wrapped in gold

papered up in memory wild

and all i see are frail escapes

meagre bursts of quipped denies

as i wither quiver cry

i hope to see your face of pale

oven warm

and catching me in arms of sight

the breeze of willows holding tight

i look for this and only this

the night to play it's tricks in crimson

dancing over licking lips

my thoughts to you they flow in wishes....

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