Tuesday, 1 December 2009


Let me be alive
To see you grown.

Let me know that
Truth rejuvenates.

Let me prove our
Little histories false.

Let me miss less of
Your night journeys.

Let my sight catch
Every crease’s birth.

Let me greet you in
Hardships cold yard.

Let me hold you at
The end and rejoice.

Let me voice anger
There one last time.

Let me care for you
As I have been loved.

Let me be free of land
And it’s inhabitants.

Let me grab what ladders
Trail beneath the sky.

Let me know that my
Life was worthy of yours.

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