Reflections of the SunA Poem by PerditionI tell myself to move on, But how can I? How can I watch from these heights? My spring-silhouetted eyes Caged as you walk out into the fire Your soft rose memory still pondering in the wrinkles
of my hand Your scent, carelessly roaming from room to room; You will return I say, You will again climb these stairs like a wave
that has freshly washed over the remains of some hapless corpse- You will return like a morning sun, Beaming with news from some new night; A moon
separate than mine. Stars that gleam over Antarctica or Peru Their wings filled with magic Their frost pouring flight into the minds of the
walkers below Ah…if it were only true But I tell myself that this is America and below My misery I can own the earth I can stand from my cage-bred silhouette and
scream Out eyes into the shadow Of the jaws that grind in Ground Zero © 2013 PerditionReviews
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