Wednesday 8 August 2012

beautiful tear

There is sorrow
folded upon my breast
in waves

until the day
that craves
release
from its clasp

release me wilderness
into the night air
whence i was borne
and once belonged

release me into song
into the ancient melody
that made my blood and bones
ignite
upon the journey
upon this flight

release me to love
to truth
to every beautiful tear
that falls

i am yours

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