i hate titles.
Posted: March 6th, 2006, 7:54 pm
Pray, rearrange those constellation lights
bright typographic space for verse employs—
that, shifted slightly, loved one comets far
as love done streaked across dark heaven’s tale.
What simple birds for silhouettes appear
and zigzag high in flocks of unison
departure; sweet imagination’s take
on stars and planets, lone tonight reveals
with you as much departed as such dreams.
I’d rather gaze abroad with you and close
my fingers, intertwine your hand—but closed
here rather I’ve turned eyes to bury you.
bright typographic space for verse employs—
that, shifted slightly, loved one comets far
as love done streaked across dark heaven’s tale.
What simple birds for silhouettes appear
and zigzag high in flocks of unison
departure; sweet imagination’s take
on stars and planets, lone tonight reveals
with you as much departed as such dreams.
I’d rather gaze abroad with you and close
my fingers, intertwine your hand—but closed
here rather I’ve turned eyes to bury you.