Thursday, May 18, 2006 9:27 PM
-grey moth's dream-
grey moth
peering through the
grime
frantically searching
for a minute,
no, non-existent crack,
a fiction of imagination.
wishing that the glass panel
would slide open
and it can plunge into the light,
beautiful, glorious light.
and be consumed.
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my string of crystal beads
beautiful and sparkling
capturing life's essence
come unstrung
all at once
rolling to the corners of the earth
away from me
my sustenance
my colours fade
while they
life's treasures
glow on