Sunday, July 26, 2009

This day, like any other slips by me

This day, like any other slips by me
Like a breeze through a screen door
A whisper roars in my ears
Like a thunder of wings
I find myself standing in a gale
The windows rattle and I laugh
Unmoved
Whisper or roar
When the wind lays down to rest
The waters grow quiet and return to glass
To reflect the moon there
Dancing a slow tango with the stars
Moving through the sky until daybreak
For now, quietly laughing
I do not know the light of tomorrow
Yet here, the sun still shines
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