Introduction

Good morning daylight
Dripping through roof holes downward
Where the bitter cold had been
Day is a good sheet
For old moons of fresh sadness
The stars are too blinded to see

I call her name still
Before the pavements awake
And stir the noise with their feet
Love suffers alone
For being alone is pain
From creation's first silence

You must look to know
The the false features of a man
Sorrow does not show like joy
A woman answers
Many questions never asked
The eyes tell tongue muted things
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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