PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

tempered is this moment's breath

when I knew you first as love

your hand it held no rose nor death

but bandages aching to span such before

hopeless tread

the mantra of your woe

beautiful mimicry in my head

come

may this moments realization

to tomorrow's past

cement bliss in insanity's own garden

as we are alas my love

'Revitalized'

nary anything at all

to just any most casual observer

but overwhelmed in each other's eyes........

(Aug. 20, 2000 11am)