Sunday, October 26, 2008

Oh, Portia, you were not blind.

Flowing in my mind
Your words are anchors
And I am the sail.
Not the wind.

Vast are you
Horizon in your voice
Sinking
Sinking before the beyond.

I'll begin
For tomorrow I will journey
An entire scene
Beneath the radiance
Unto yours.

For you will hold all I could not have
But had
Through the sighs
You whispered before you shut your eyes
And cradled the arcane within me
Without the knowledge

Of anything except this.

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