Wednesday, June 25, 2008

There are stranger things

In my hand lies a piece of darkness
shaved cleanly from the night sky
in the dead of winter

In my heart lies a hint of madness
trapped there since the November
wind howled through

In my mind is an image of
unimaginable beauty, engraved
in indelible ink

Spin me a story, weave me a spell
bind it all together
into a shape that I can recognise when
I stumble through the house at night
momentarily caught sleep-blind


Rachel Westfall
June 25, 2008

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