Sunday, March 20, 2011

Yuèqíu

Catches of color tether me to this plane
How I long to chase after you.
The belle of the ball waltzing amongst the stars
Stopping for a chat but never too long.
We talk of higher things
And dreams of grandeur.
But the color drags me from the sky
Into the flash and mess that is.
Same time, tomorrow night?

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