written sounds on white paper
black ink forming falling telling
wet cheeked teardrops gathering
words appear then disappear
tearfully diluted in careful reason
smashed and smeared into oblivion
level silent eyes know hope circles
sorrow waiting in the wings
showing its face when due
tearful in the black nighttime
standing alone inside the darkness
finding no reason with meaning
faded white words are silent
as they find the edge
of the black page
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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