Saturday, November 03, 2007

The End Is Sigh

There is a worm in your moon
nibbling at each eye you cast to it
There is a leaded net, sunken dark
far from the shattered shore
There is a phrase that brought you joy
that will never utter itself again
And you'll be lost in the same woods that you once loved so dearly

1 comment:

Lucy said...

This is heart-breakingly beautiful.