It's Written
It's written in the curve of us,the coarse and smoothness
and the stolen hours,
the times between
when chorus called
and beckoned us from sleep.
A spider crawl and all before
the light has fully come to pass.
It's in the shadows
beyond the frightening,
bathing us in loves real light.
It's unadorned, pure and more,
beneath a sheath that
flutters out, like butterflies
attracted to the flower.
The ghostly sound, heard within,
the thinness of a treble call,
it orchestrates our every means
and seems as if it can not fail.
Just breath and eyes,
flesh and sinew.
I have loved
in shaded hues.
It's written in the curve of us,
in the early morning truth
and settles out the lies of night
it gives us wings
it sings to us
and careful we are,
to not take flight.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2009-05-22 at 09:35
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