in
in
the lost skies of yesterday
in your imperturbable gray
eyes,
light is pouring dark and strange
face a masque of endless change,
pitch is fevered breath is spent
dubiously consequent,
the season passes notes
from
cell
to cell
just a face to put with a name
and a chain of words to wear
I would find a way to describe
the slow excitement that begins to rise
In the lost skies of yesterday
In your imperturbable gray
eyes...
in
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2007-01-29 at 07:15
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in
in
the lost skies of yesterday
in your imperturbable gray
eyes,
light is pouring dark and strange
face a masque of endless change,
pitch is fevered breath is spent
dubiously consequent,
the season passes notes
from
cell
to cell
just a face to put with a name
and a chain of words to wear
I would find a way to describe
the slow excitement that begins to rise
In the lost skies of yesterday
In your imperturbable gray
eyes...
in
Poetry by jesse
Read 453 times
Written on 2007-01-29 at 07:15
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