We are but fragments
of an illusion we have yet to see
little dots in a brink of uncertainty.
i stare at the waves of your sky
its tears falling
onto the glass pane of your eyes
and the prairies are leaving
with a gray dust
far across on roads getting smaller
your eyes travel and i stay behind
how vast the emptiness in your arms
how wide the horizon of your thoughts
the twinkiling lights across the mirage
on the other side
we both wait.
til the waters subside.
now you blend perfectly
as the sun
drags himself to its dreaming sheet.
dissipated to the sands of its broken fragment
of its broken beam.
© May 7,2005
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