seasons (Remove filter)
cut out my lungs (you stole my breath)
my breath left me
on a day of cold and color
against your turned back
white face, white mist
under the beat of your wings
singing the song of the swan
snow falls down
through a world of stolen breath
a feather finds its way
beside a snowflake
curled in my palm
i wish on a white and silent world
that you would take my heart
the way you took my lungs
...
Sunday 11th March 2018 7:20 pm
Recent Comments
Ray Miller on Fame
2 hours ago
raypool on PRESSING MATTERS
2 hours ago
Tim Daly on June 2025
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on A Prize Miscast: A Warning to Oslo
5 hours ago
John Coopey on "AS SURE AS GOD'S IN GLOUCESTER..."
14 hours ago
David RL Moore on Waiting
1 day ago
Graham Sherwood on A Prize Miscast: A Warning to Oslo
1 day ago
Red Brick Keshner on to be real
1 day ago
Graham Sherwood on "AS SURE AS GOD'S IN GLOUCESTER..."
1 day ago
Stephen Gospage on A memoir
1 day ago