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Thursday, October 22, 2009


In a room full of laughter
your soul is quiet

In a cold dank cell
the heat of your longing
keeps you sweating

The starry skies
the soft call of doves
brings you close to tears

Butterflies flit the air
buttercups in your hair
you should be laughing

The thump of your heart
as you sit by the hearth
and the embers glow golden

How lonely the stars feel
how desperately I miss you
how long I sat in the dark
your hand to touch in the dark
one soul to beat as mine
If really you could
Just imagine.


  1. Gray,
    I wish I could be just as expressive and self contained as you!