swan posted by imani , Sunday, October 31, 2010 at 8:56 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

your light unravels,
unbridled and unchanged
haunt the darkness in the distance,
drowned by the staccato of

the falling rain, fallen, arrested,
broken, you shed your intimate
stars only to find them
sheltered by these hands

that long, yearn, live and
breathe for the motion of
syllables that fumble and falter

from your lips, they are universes
that plummet in sudden blackholes
perishing in your sad reflection.