Oh, I can remember her face now; innocent and convincing,
Yet always alive; but why has life now grown to be so cruel?
Tell me, stars, why can I only hear her cry out in my dreams
And then my heart's world rains, echoing everything to silence...
Oh, silence can be quite a deafening word if spoken wrongly
And it can also lead a bond to slip so far that even fallen wings
Can no longer pick up the pieces left by each sullen syllable...
Aye, for even "hope" has four letters teeming with insecurity;
I hope for a new dawn, stream-lined with your very essence;
A parade of tranquility led by silver clouds in a brave sky.
Oh, if only I could conduct such a terrific twist of fate, perhaps
Then I could shed this shell of loneliness that you left behind...
Daniel Haigh
09/01/08















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"The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason." ~John Cage~
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"The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason." ~John Cage~
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