Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I'm Shivering

A quiet drop of rain falls
From leaves
In the trees,
And the air is tinged
With rosemary.

I'm shivering
In the pre-dawn light,
And looking back
On every last mem'ry.

I feel a numbness coming on,
That of which I have felt before.
And it's frightening so,
That mournful air,
Of which you cannot inhale.

For if one does,
They will surely be lost
To the morbid and morose dreams...

Vanishing from this earth,
To a deserted plain
That is coming apart at the seams.

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