Pedestrian Crossing

Poetry and shit

Friday, July 29, 2005

 

Empathy

Advance the morning nearer to thee
Who dearer to thee should stay,
And follow forward merrily
Or slip and walk away.

For this I've come and cannot yield,
As calm yields come a spark;
As leaping leaves the soul unhealed,
Unsatisfied and stark.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

 

At rest

I deliberate
And wait.
Fell twenty stories, closed my eyes
Too late.

There is no scorn in me
Or trust,
Or will to whither on the tree
And plunge into the precipice.

To sulk about as sinned
Is too heavy on a mind
Left worn out and unmend
And altogether too unkind.

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