what tender voice kissed my ear tonight
and bought me flowers for my bed
why didn’t my heart stop when you stopped
where did sound go when you went
i have made my peace with morning’s dew drops
i have poured my peace out of windowed holiday
shops along festive arcades, measured
away all my naked days a wasted shell
and taken this name you shall not know
upon frenzied speakings of the tide
upon hopeless breaking of the night
save your breath and save your life
my truth you shall never know never guess
thus the will of the maker of my life
May 28, 2012 by m4u
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