Tuesday, April 20, 2010

April 20 – Open Space

It isn’t the stories that trouble me,

it’s what you leave in the silence.

What you hold back is a team of wild

horses on the edge of a cliff

and I pray you are able to jump clear

when the wagon goes over.

Because that space is just too large

like the desert sky at night

and I am but a tiny star falling,

burning in the flash of an eye.

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