21 August 2009

Evasion

Sweet moon, fail now to dog my steps
As I blunder in darkness,
Stumble and stagger,
Weaving your light blinds me to madness.

Let your rays fall onto oceans and deserts,
Forests of treetops,
Fields of long grasses,
Not on the road that I must now travel.

Bring me the shadows that I know as home,
Candles and muses,
Paintings and incense
Light should not follow me as I roam.


Next time I won't drink the cab fare....

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