Tuesday, August 08, 2006

a human path of her

There are dim lights
and dead suns everywhere
or perhaps
I am one of those
hollow-eyed ones.

Sometimes I walk away
from Her garden
seeking blood trails.
Not to seek wisdom
but to fall in love again.

To embrace the debility
of broken mirrors-
to adore the glimmer.

My heart held as close
to Her humanity
as a crooked shadow can get.