Monday, December 6, 2010

Dear M. Star, Thank You. Yours Still, A.

(i) see you clearer when the lights go out.
Swaying; slowly; listening….
         aaade iiin
"…fa                   to yooou…"

&(~am)
        straining hard
to hear
-through the static that the stars leave-
that winter whisper you linger on and on and on
in the cold;
        and clear;
              and still;
            aaaange you neee
"… str                               ver knew..."

see
dreams like you
contin-
    ue.
they stain the world we call "awake."