gods on the water
and the light
all fading round your face
in this time
this silent white
air
breathe me
another song
or hold me
in your hands
let your fingers
wipe across my skin
and from it
take all sins and wash me clean
trap me in
like carrying the moon in
a bucket
but i am so much easier
to catch
(summer 2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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