poem…

November 21, 2006 at 2:07 pm (Uncategorized)

Nothings like it seems to be
the old black night
sometimes turns bright
and at the moment
my conscience put the sword aside
and walks quietly along
a pillow under the arm and a candle in hand
it’s light glowing like a distant star
a long way away
but never too far.

dedicated to no saint at all.

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