Reflection Released
You pull me to the embankment
bits of moss in lichen green
on the verge of something sighing in my breath
In the black and thickness oil
on the raging and the river
you have set me there afloat upon my death
On the moor and on the misting
of a silver frozen morning
you have pulled me to the point of no return
As you set me there to drifting
bits of unrequited something
start my heart, a lonely bleeding beat to burn.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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