Sunday, May 29, 2011

Wild Wings

if there's a secret
that stillness keeps,

if we share
a secret stillness
still kept deep,

-then the wind keeps it
in your eyes-

or if it keeps wild love alive
by twisting strange nights
into untamed firefly songs,

-or sings you to sleep-

it slumbers,

-while
the whole wind whispers
your name-

and keeps still at night


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