Monday, March 31, 2014

"I Loved You Then, and Ever Shall"

I appreciate a darkness
Coming toward me, even
As I fear its slow arrival.
When the tide goes black, my black eyes

Are terrified but not surprised.
Surprises are for life and rhymes,
Not for sinking down and drowning.
The woman or man who drowns knows why.

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