September 11, 2007

If this world were big enough,
It would fit in your palms,
Cup your hands and kiss this void,
Till the world matures in your warmth.

Part my skin and pick a nerve,
Soak your fingers, gauge the soil,
Pick the seeds within your frock,
Throw them careless, laced with luck.

This wisp of a life is not your gamble,
The tide of my blood speaks louder,
Can't you feel it wash your hands,
Crash on your fingers and sink into sand?

If this world were big enough,
It would hold just you inside,
Life and air would play no part,
Love would no more hide.

Cup your hands and kiss this void,
I want to fall asleep now,
I want to sleep till dawn finds courage,
Till the world matures in your warmth.

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