Breathe on Me

March 6, 2009 § 2 Comments

“Love that never told can be”
From the mouth of William Blake
A story killing the magical 3,
A baby dies for someone’s sake.

Without reading the history of heart,
One dies in levels, prevailing in pot:
There’s black in pure, skin in smart.
The imaginary hellish headshot-

Tossed to the floor once more.
Casting calls and freedom falls.
A smile, a shake, a tour-
Of a familiar room which calls.

Listen in silence.
Awake to it’s ringing.
Your eyes I sense.
I feel your singing.

 

© Sonya Rose

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§ 2 Responses to Breathe on Me

  • Entropy says:

    This is surreal..!!!

    Pl note your category & tags overlaps Pl clean up and consider making your sidebar clutter free..

    Bravo..

  • Sonya Rose says:

    Thanks for the nice comment & tip. Appreciate any other tips, too: How to make my site nicer. I would like to spend more time in the future here.

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