Sunday, December 18, 2011

Ramparts of You

Steadily I'm letting the shape
of your words blend into the background
into the noise of this world & its people
so that to me, you'll appear indistinguishable.

Your ideas, like a flowering iris
will no longer hold beauty.
Entranced no more by your sui generis,
I am surrendering you.

No comments:

Post a Comment