Monday, 12 February 2007

Wireless elevation

She is living there still
with her little books
and daffodils
her butterfly love
can stand the demons
of yesterday
she whispers sweet words
in no man’s land
her noble –minded recklessness
carries that load with pride
her body is a temple
when she is drinking in the night
in a smoky nightclub
in Amsterdam
she sings those blue notes
in the eternal moments
of the infinite heartbroken light.

rob2007-01-13


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