Prague - Poem by Sean Godley
prague; the city of the silent wings,
gushes for her sky like stars in love,
contains the unheard beauty blindness brings
and knows the fire of psyche sews above.
she moves me as i move within her streets
to share with her these orbs of handsome beer,
(yet she too drinks from me, in flowing beats;
the vision coming back to haunt the seer) .
perhaps now soon, my blinded hands will hold
her litter and her concrete and her stare;
(although the crumpled fingertips are cold,
they still retain capacities to care) .
reveal, my dear, your undulating sky,
where we might sing, and eat starlight, and cry.
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