two heavy circles of forever
shaved from midnight
cries. Father and daughter
talks, finding their words
knit through quilted clouds
and threaded heaven.
hard foundations bring broken
flesh, rubbed raw
with deity, his listening ear
finding worth in sunless pleas.
voiceless angels speaking
the language of warmth.
salty tears retain savor,
the flavor of light, echoing
blanket phrases of worth.
the carpet is worn.
-DaLe 6.17.10
Dani! I just discovered your blog and it makes me so happy!
ReplyDeleteYour words are Beautiful.
You are Beautiful.
The End.
Aw, thanks, Kels! I hope you like it for real! :)
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