another PIM. For my superstitious little sister.
Sought is one yellow sun,
Filled to empty,
Discarded on yellow dawn.
People wander their refuge street,
Lights to pillowed eyes that sleep.
Morning winds so still on those eyes,
Silky burning that is despised,
Riding only the howling wind,
Through believing currents found within.
Poetry by Catherine Stout
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Written on 2006-06-05 at 00:50
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Falling Dream
Gliding through that falling dream,Sought is one yellow sun,
Filled to empty,
Discarded on yellow dawn.
People wander their refuge street,
Lights to pillowed eyes that sleep.
Morning winds so still on those eyes,
Silky burning that is despised,
Riding only the howling wind,
Through believing currents found within.
Poetry by Catherine Stout
Read 513 times
Written on 2006-06-05 at 00:50
Tags Superstitious
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