Tuesday, January 3, 2012

We them and Us.

Plaited tongues, criss-crossed in humility

say soft words, with invisible thorns

sometimes harsh, others witty

a clowned face, tears mimed into sojourns.

And we still smile and cry, and smile again

to last for once, then pretend for ever

a parted memory, or sealed lips against the rain

the envious curse of a silent river.

as it flows past, my land to yours

I wish for you, succulent roads

that transcend beyond fences and bars

and you rise above all forks.

Against the tendered humility

transgressing into your life, like mine

as we become strangers again in dignity

Believe! Believe! we shall meet, soon in time.

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