Tuesday, March 24, 2009

nocean

i am in this desert
wordless
no oceans here
hold me
on tears of salt
i ride
where shall i find
my hand

hope is a smile
waiting
the answers a feast
prepared
how will he greet me?

i am dressed
but not clothed
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