Sunday, 1 December 2013

The Glow

A fondness grown out of displacement
Ephemeral appeal as we keep our distance
You would hold no place for me
If you held a place inside my head

I will be found in a room
whilst swooning over space
And under the heavens
I will be found holding all the stars

Stars do not glow
they only know a Glow

Our hands like roots
whilst running through the sidewalks

They will do all they can
to keep us from growing together

Would you hold a place for me
if I let you inside my head?

Do not let our hands grow asunder
Please, do not let our hands grow asunder

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