kagablog

February 18, 2008

Filed under: poetry, stella trochalis — ABRAXAS @ 11:47 am

a scene set for two
fireworks and
twinkling
twilight
lights.
fireworks..
arranged as perfectly as it would have been
had it been arranged.
time for tea.
time for some talk of you and me.
no use crying over
milk that couldn’t be spilt.
nothing on the rocks to stop
the flow of two joining as one.
like a dream that couldn’t have been
dreamt better unless..
unless it wasn’t just a dream.

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