you are the wind
on a mist kissed morning
while i
am the dust motes
traipsing around your
feet
you are the light
that takes away the
night
from the valley
and the alleys
i am that darkness
in my hands
you are softer than
sifting sands
but i can only touch you
in my reservoir of worlds
for i cannot touch you
in your nearness
we are closer
when we're apart
Pleaded by Appellant on Wednesday, August 10, 2005 @ 8:21 AM with 0 Objections

