Monday, 8 June 2009

It's all your fault

I blame you for the moonless sky
That doesn't make my soul shine
Now that there are only memories
They're few and damned.

I blame you for the raging sea
That washed away my joy
Now that the leaves only fall
Dead, taken by sorrow.

I blame you for the sunless days,
That no longer heat my afternoons,
Now that the cold gets in deep
In the most intimate of our moons.

I blame you for the vain whispers
That the wolf shouted without meaning
Now that there's only screaming
When here inside it's like twisters.

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