Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Celestia 3

Silence
Silence be gone
Silent
Silent too long

Some hundred thousand miles
From February,
I'm still holding up my hands to stop
the slipping drops 
of kisses from the head

I've shunned the ground
I've shunned the stars
I drove out far, stung by your words
to get away,
I've lunged in too much from the
negative spaces

Around me.

I'm growing older
but I dream a child's dream


Rays of hope
Celestia was her name
Some goodbyes
Carry you towards new heights
Only look back
If it moves you forward





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