Saturday, August 28, 2010

Phallen

The phoenix
fell.

Fell, fell
fall.

Her call
quelled.

Her fire
quenched.

Broken,
not burned.

Ash,
not embers.

Suffocated
by the air.

Doawn

Dawn down.

Dawn done.

Dawn gone.

Waiting is the Worst Hope

Waiting is the worst hope
Rain for the desert
Land for the shipwreck

Waiting is the worst hope
Comfort for the hurt
Peace for the shamed

Waiting is the worst hope
A dark eternity