Thursday, November 20, 2008

Yellow Dandelions

Alone,
on an eclipse
of a full moon
you played, then praised, and sanctified
among a congregation
of yellow dandelions.
I saw a whisper of a shadow
and then you disappeared
and I'll never see you near
and I'll never break this fear.
Because we walked together
in a field
of yellow dandelions,
right before you disappeared.

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