Delayed

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 7, 2010


The italicized clock
raises an arrow
toward my eye,

I'm left questioning.

Bed-ridden on
a numbing night,
when I count
the meniscal hours
until I am blown
by your tongue
of sunshine.

When snow
layers itself
in blinding colors,
I know you'll be
warming the
purest scene.

Rescue me,
chill me with your spirit
before I dream,
and never wake
from a risky fantasy.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Goodness gracious me, you are such a talent, MaryAnne....

    When snow
    layers itself
    in blinding colors,

    ^^
    Me like this, ha ha, beautiful wording, hun!

    Rescue me,
    chill me with your spirit
    before I dream,
    and never wake
    from a risky fantasy.

    ^^
    Know what you are saying here, but I sometimes wish to never wake up to reality, dreams are so much more beautiful:)

    A gem, you stunner you:)

    *hugs*

    5/5 Ingrid

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