MISTY WATERS

Water, smooth as a mirror, shiny as death.

I am the lake, the lake is me.

Are you the mist hovering over

my haunted vision and fractured mind?

Lost am I but bemused by your fragile beauty.

Your cold breath on my face telling me I am alive.

Mist taking me away, quick call my Mother. I’m about to drown.

Moon above, face of my unknown lover.

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I was looking at that window thinking

there's someone I love in there - 

and she was

I looked at your window later

waving a thousand times - 

and yet couldn't stop

I'm looking at that dim lit window

as cold rain struggles to freeze white -

And in there are my mad life's beauties,

as I lean against the first of January's nights

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