fredag 14 november 2008

The burning

Photo: Jason Langer

I wait for your return, each night
like the night before
walking past your window, trying to
hide in the darkness
it works everytime for a dark
night is a woman's
perfect disguise.

The trees and I almost
perfectly blend, it's only
the moons glow and my hungry eyes
that light in the dark.

Can you see their glow as I
can see yours? I see it even though
you are not there, I feel it through
the thick wooden walls as
I walk past,
this burning,

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