Answers

Would you be a dream to play on a lonely breath of sun;
To see the reminders of amber leaves glistening as you run?

As the ancient man said long ago to his love upon the rocks,
“Cry long my dear to release the lies that bite like a golden fox.”

Turn and twist and tenderly tile the fragments ‘til complete.
One day perhaps you will have your answers kissing at your feet.

This entry was posted by Mark on Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007 at 04:36 pm. It is filed under Mark, Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

3 Responses to “Answers”

  1. nice

  2. loved it!

  3. won’t we all be waiting restlessly for that day…? beautiful…

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