[146]
Wrong am I who puts his faith
In wishes made by votive candles
Yet the success of love is only
A flame’s flicker of a chance
Or a prayer heard by the edge of a pew
To have two souls converge at
Just the right moment in place and time
–
The gravity of stories unread weighs
Upon this hard head who knows it must
Keep its chin held high even to
The snubs of a grey sky or when
Even the sun feels the need to burn
A boy without his icarus wings to
Send him spiraling to another sort of
Depth as deep as turbulent seas
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- May 31, 2011 / 9:03 pm
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