Thursday, April 20, 2006

Freebase Dawn

4:30 AM

Come then the morning …
for I have dreamed too long –
ingly of soft shadow –
ed memories of hope –
lessness.

Come then the morning for –
tune of faint melody too far –
gone beyond thought –
ful acts of kind –
ness.

Oh, to sleep again –
st ill heavy with pass –
ions of fine tom –
arrows seeking heart –
beat your drum.

Still my fevered mind –
ful awake –
ening line by space –
cadet refin –
ance –
were …

5 Comments:

At 9:27 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Wonderful to read.

 
At 10:35 PM, Blogger Steph said...

Very well done, son. Very well.

steph

 
At 1:49 AM, Blogger Fran said...

I liked the way your broken rhythms fit the mood so well...good stuff

 
At 7:41 AM, Blogger sage said...

this is a very interesting style piece, I enjoyed it very much! unique and thought provoking.

sage

 
At 6:43 PM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

your broken rhythms do give this strength faucon. Made me melancholy. But that is okay because I am feeling melancholy anyway.

 

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