Strange Comfort
You live in the blue box with my candles
twisting and misshapen and hidden
My eyes swarm the room for tranquil cold;
My strange comfort, my comfort of old
I found in the corner instead,
a pile of my stained tears
They smiled and said ,
'Your moisture gave us the chance to bloom
in the desert of your lonely heart.'
Red tears drop mixing with dust
Whisper, whisper rose tears,
I feel your song
Sing to my heart
Beyond my window, in the white shadowed night
moonbeam's iridescence shines
the color of a smooth strand of pearls
The crawling fog leaps the fence
to find me standing here
alone, always alone
wrapped in this ghostly shroud
Broken, brittle, boneless air
Cold; tranquil cold
my strange comfort, my comfort of old
I close the lid on my candle box for the last time
photography: photobucket
By softsmiles
© 2008 softsmiles
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