Fragments Of A Mirror Burning
So this is where the story ends
A thousand and one poetic lines
Lie too close to my cursor,
So baby sleep close to your keyboard.
In the summer breeze wear that dress for me
Red and blue, let it linger
Allow one finger to play a tune for me.
Mmmm, I hear your voice
In the death of one final sentence
A librarian cradles our unwritten novel.
I stand at warships of 2019
A naval battle, an infamous retreat:
Symphony of cruelest sea never to be played
Upon tides, waves , crests of sand beaches
Someone, surely, must stand above the water
Inhale/Exhale – you are mine.