synapses | sonnet twenty nine posted by imani , Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 1:07 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

an ardent soldier who prays you
choose your weapons wisely,
and even if you have not, i
already have lost this battle,

death leans and laughs over my
labor and languor, i await your
voice to pierce and revive
the tangled web we weave,

to resurrect what i deem a kind
of demise, i will let you be, and
give you your peace, as i

always have and yearned to
do, but let me take the stars and
pluck each one like a dream to offer you.