Friday, 6 December 2013

A small truth

Bathed under glistening diamonds,
Caught in the faint shadow
Of a watching moon,
I shelter under your protection,
Kept safe.

I want to stay this way forever.

But that word is a lie
And those who use it
Speak of a truth they do not know
And cannot hold.

Washed clean
I cling to the light you have
Left behind.

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