Monday, August 15, 2011

drowning.(in.dry.river.(beds)).

Love
This river of dust
Might bury
the hopes in these
bright eyes & choke
the memories of
other waters
& their reflections of skies
once, limitless
with dreams.
Roots & mountains
Torn at the seams
Where heartbeats
bind us together.
Endless vistas
of you, sprawling
out forever.
I have found
my home there.
As you are moving on.

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