orgami's Diaryland Diary

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moon catcher

bend this ragged finger limb
catch moon beams
falling
stars that glitter
and dreams
jitter

Hope is a stone
falling afire
a gift of heaven
bound for hell

You wear your ragged
visions
with eyes awash
your future looks
locked beneath
the balcony brows
watching the world
play past the mournful
embellishments of thought

come here and let me
inhale your dusty intrusions
the basement worries
the attic anxiety
where dead birds bask
on wooden catwalk
the crumbling curtian
looking down
forever on yards
with stuttering sprinklers
speckled with this years
harvest stripped from
trees

Let me feel the heartache
beating at your side
your cage of ribs
haunted in your walk
leaning into your winds
like a coastal tree
on the dry desert ridges

I remember your hands
when they laughed
full of pink sunlight
draped in elaborate
dance

our days of mirth
our days of murmured
talk

now its crushed grass
and gravel stuck on
your jackets
your hair
Where is your hurry
the destination pulling
you like a current
crashing you amongst
the walls of your
forlorn quest

I can only call out
passing on the way
and see your smile
faint as a whisper
quiver like a whisker
and the we are
removed from our
frame
from the wide angle
ceremony

and the moon sings
in nights wake
and stirs the gentle
dreams that dreamers
take

9:14 p.m. - 2011-10-11

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