By Max-Rom
Date: 2002 Oct 01
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With The Fall Comes Mourning

Wistful tears
fall without mercy
upon the setting sun --

I cannot fathom
a helpless reality
of barren arms
or cold, unconcious hearts
No breath
from cashmere lips
No touch
of silken fingertips

With the fall
comes mourning
Eyes frozen shut
capturing the stillness
of introspection
coupled with
suspended explanations
of the tears on my face,
of the stains on my complexion...

As the fall cradles me
in the aloe softness of the morning
You unfurl the sunlight
with a silent sigh of ecstasy

I can only imagine
miniscule tears
extinguishing
a grandiose fire.

Copyright(c)2002 ~ Max ~