Friday, February 12, 2010

mine and hers

i heard the little bird
whisper her love
for the clouds that held her
wings spread in dreams
going past her skies

but she too loved the stars
those that lit her night
when her clouds got blown
by wind, away from her
those stars shone their light

and now she cries

she wants the clouds back
but cant let go
afraid so of the dark
letting the stars still
shine for her

i heard her cry
she wants her clouds back
she prays for the wind
to blow her way
hoping, reaching for them
the clouds that once held her

and now i cry
for her tears that pierced
my forming clouds

should her prayers be heard
and the wind blows
as she wishes
mine will disappear
leaving me
rains and dreams
that no star shall shine on

one day soon

one of us will stop
crying


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