Friday, 1 June 2012

Glassy Brittle Shards

Looking through the pain
Of plain
Sheer glass
Into the night
A black felt blanket
Draped against
The mountain white
The moon-washed shadows
Flow rivers
And light.

My eyes in pain
As I strain
The glassy brittle shards
Of remembering
That Black mountain
Snow dripping
Shadow forming
In a battle ever lost
Against light.

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