Tuesday, December 27, 2005


Kicking stones beneath our feet
we circled the track
round and back
mile after mile,
until of course
our keepers noticed
and pulled our respective files.
But still we found a way
to fill the lonely days
until at night we could unite
on brick back steps
under a summer moon
that faded far too soon.
I snuggled into your emptiness
it made me feel alive,
I adopted the role that you so needed,
to be your mystic guide,
But I, your scorpion starlight,
I, your broken savior,
was nothing more
than a simple fool
completely unaware
that while pulling the splinter
from your eye
I was ignoring the plank
in mine.


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