Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Reflected in Sand

The muse holds a key and I the lock

 

Cast in the shadow of a silver smile

A look to turn and hide

Displays of affection wont bother

Its in the dark I will play

Bittersweet regret

Twisted amour

Tender as a misshapen vine

Asleep in the briars

These memories will lay

Sufferance of gold

Bonded by knot

And by heart

Stream from these hands

I stare from the grey

Images are ghosted

I am reflected in sand

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