Tuesday, 8 December 2009

THE VERY LAST LIGHT

She cascades with perilious delight
Bring me to her tonight

I climb to the assault
With terrible force
Without discourse

I beg your pity
My only love
But there's no horror to surpass
The harshness of that cold glass

My spirit is cracked
And no bells chime
My cold room
Where we both belong tonight

And how bittersweet it is
On winter nights
To fritter away in my bed
Beyond the last wisp of light

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