Friday, June 13, 2008

This Is Not The Dew Impearled

this is not the dew impearled
this is my tear
this is my voiceless


damask plea

rooted under the darkening sky
when the wind blows through
while you are sleeping


when the wind blows through

and I can't sustain this
roseness

will you remember

my rose ghost
poem recited while

ou are gliding off

to sleep;
it was my tear and not

the dew impearled


mary angela douglas 20 october 2007

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