Falling into pits of finely sharpened rose petals
In the seduction of twilight
Looking for the stars that aren’t there yet
Praying that they’ll appear
So that this treacherous path will be made clear
In these perilous moments that are not quite sun and not quite moon
Is a life caught between time and emotion trying to find a way out
February 29, 2007
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