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Your eyes are here

They look at me

With flamed orbises

And dreams of

Red-fire bedside prayers.

Your hands hold the water

Although what I thirst for

Is the still and the silence

Not tidal waves of menace.

Your nightmares hold the keepsakes

Of the past.

They long to get out

And handcuff you to their memory

As you kick and scream to let go;

You try and run away

But your feet hold you back;

Stuck in the gray mud

That is coloring your heart.

Someones hand

Is resting on your shoulder

Digging itself into

The softness

And the peace.

You want to wait for them

To go away,

But they wont

And you wont.

Your tears

Are like fire,

They leave black traces

As they ride down your heaven,

Turning your dream

Into a nightmare.



6/2/03

Justine Zingg