Friday, April 13, 2012

The Death of a Muse [Ghazal]

Kicked dust into the shallow shaded lights
Makes suns resemble such succeeding lights

I made a mess of things between our hearts
A mess unseen until a dawning light

My conscious brewed a sorrow full of tears 
And mixed them all with shady motel lights

I never had a thing to lose till you
But I knew soon you'd leave me for the light

My work became a frantic rush of pain
And I was victim, beaten by the light

Encased and drench in darkness like a fever
Overdosed new hopes to see the light

But prayers and mercy only beg for time
And time was more a shadow than a light

So with my voice I'll bury you again 
But this time under me; I'll be your light

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