Thursday, August 5, 2010

Ten Years

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with thick clouds.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.

I love you mom.


Dawson said...

The perfect poem... the perfect picture...

From the perfect wife to the perfect mother...


Crystal said...

I love you.