Wednesday, July 1, 2009

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Ever cinder,
the pebbles of midnight
press, granite and sand,
to my heart - - still my breathing - -
shattered echoes,
these stones and tones
bruise the hours,
minutes and years
of unspent tears - -
No oceans to well over,
flood this earth,
they slosh in my mind,
abrading
to fossils
the dreams that once
soared - -
all stored
in foolish
ecstasy - - me.
2009 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!

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