Wednesday, October 6, 2010

like silver paved streets flooded with gutterwater

Heavy-hearted and empty-handed
Night after night you leave me stranded
Moon's light soaking the railroad ties
And I can't hide the starglare in my eyes
From someone that is made of it
My love's drowningdoomeddisaster's writ-
But how could a Gatekeeper like me help but sink
Into the very pools from which she'd vie to drink
Beryl oceans that don't seem to be misplaced
Just cause they're set in the bezels of your shadowed face
The ocular cavities of which so ethereally fit
A passion like mine- that mirrors it.