December 14, 2011

  • #WinterSH 23 False Azure

    respond to/associate with:  I was the shadow of the waxwing slain by the false azure of the windowpane. I was a smudge of ashen fluff and I loved on, flew on in the reflected sky.

    False Azure
     
    again and again I push against the glass
    desperate for you to see me
    why don’t you see me
    why am I am nothing
    I feel like I am there
    I mean here
    pushing against the glass
    I see you, hear you, know you, but not well enough
    because again and again I push against the glass
    and you don’t see me.

     

    until the wind brushes against my wings
    and I find that I don’t need you
    to see me anymore
    I have someplace to fly.

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