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Musings
Wednesday, 12/19/2007
Untold
Mood:  blue

Hell opens

for the tainted to pass

I sink against the black

against the starkness.

 

Amongst the flowers

light penetrates

No worse than you, I am on earth.

 

There is no arrogance to speak of

your glance tells me all.

 

Hell opens

for the tainted to pass

one soul to another

they share their fragrance

not the dank nor the murky

but golden saffron

bursting crocuses

right beneath our grasp.

 

We have become lost

against the backdrops

of what should be

black on black

hyacinths in our veins like lightening rods

it was your fire that ignited all this.

Eyes lowered

I listen, your glance..It is in your voice.

 

I am who I am

as you command when I walk

amongst the dead cut through the earth

like ancient mud

Jealous of you

shaken and swept....

 

Our hearts are on loan.

 

D. Claudia Ash

Winter 07


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