Tuesday, November 17, 2009

A Thousand Paper Cranes

Stunning emerald eyes betray the passage of time we are toasting tonight… I saw you last, in the late summer haze, not even a whisper of autumn in the lazy trees, then.

This prison holds all of my memories. Shabbier now as the shadow of hope wanes above us. After twenty years, our Mother-Guardian moves to the young who desperately crave her.

The fireworks explode and the sparks fall to the earth around us. In spite of myself I weep like a child for the past.

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