runwiiild: Weapons Training by Bruce Dawe.

I'll lie down for the last time

and fall well away from her

And i insist that i'll be dearly missed

(please, say never)

I'll pour down like water

In between the sky and doubt

we talked about 'forever'

and all our other useless words.

Until I say "in his silent sound was the

peace I found" but she hides behind

her eyelids. I feel the breath from

her nose on my neck as it blows by.

The warmth passes me (like her love did)

"But a tree once cut down

came up new from the ground"

she smiles a lie, "that may very well be,"

she replies "and so it goes,

it's the devil, i suppose but it doesn't matter much to me"

Put music to our troubles

and we'll dance them away.

From my left eye flow tears of joy,

of sorrow from my right.

"You might seem to strong to surrender,

but you're far too frail to fight."

That old dull pain beats in my brain

it runs down my back into every limb-

And its more of the same

as the warmth that I seem to lack,

you'll neither find in him.

runwiiild

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Weapons Training by Bruce Dawe.

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