I can't help but wonder if this perfect monster I've created is nothing like you.


Fly Me To The Moon

I
Silent
Like one hundred sinking birds
Drowning in our sky

Simply dust compared to you


II
Delicate;
Spider fingers pad across
The ivory and the black

Merely discord in your light


III
Dissonant;
The steel string whisper
Like the chiming in my mind

Just lowly against your eyes


IV
Desecrate;
Your cold colors reflect
I see what I have feared

You're a creature in my head



Poetry by Seraphina
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Written on 2007-06-16 at 14:14

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Rob Graber
Most impressive & dramatic!
2007-06-16