calliope in all things posted by imani , Monday, November 16, 2009 at 4:09 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

words like delight and inevitable
circle my mind, the bends and curves
of my thought indulging in the
gentle sound of your name,
a sigh, a breath, a moment
a phantom, a ghost, a recollection
a banquet, a feast, an unnamed memory
embracing and fastening itself
to the sunrise that painfully dissolves
beneath clouds and hastening hours.