high posted by imani , Sunday, January 3, 2010 at 6:50 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

the moon unarmored on a night adorned by
fearless stars, like the shimmering grace of your eyes
waking up to the sound the waves make
remembering the strands of your voice falling

fiber by fiber upon my heart, caressing the amber
silhouettes playing in the darkness, dancing
to the cadence of heartbeats soaring on a dream
unknown to all save you and me

the vines climb delicate stalactites and our beginning
fastens itself steadily on wishes buried beneath
an ever-moving axis of truths and beliefs

hiding under a sheath of laughter, where hopes
and prayers unfold every second, carrying the brightness
of your fragile light sailing through the clouds.