Saturday, January 15, 2011

Burning Glass

It seems warmer
At night

Ice melts
Then freezes again
To hide all

The eyes of Saturn
Keep blinking

The smile of Jupiter
Keeps shining

And all I want
Is to get high
To light up the Arctic
And let those imperfections
Twirl in twilight

Like I did
With some wounded girl

So long ago...

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