The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Monday, October 6, 2008


You stand there silent in your poise

Through I hear you softly crying

Not a whisper muttered in your voice

I surely feel you slowly dying

Let out your pain and heed my calls

Do not decay in your despair

Climb if you must or tear down walls

Life still perseveres being fair

Cry if you must and release the beast

Locked up he has been for years

Take a leap of faith and join the feast

Even if eyes are full of tears

Here I am reaching for you once more

Credulous you will take my hand

Wiping your tears from behind the door

And sewing holes for your mend

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