horus87 Mar 2003

Afterword 1 (Free verse) by daniella

He slides his step to the side,
and a heart skips its beating.
Like a bird lying lame on the wet winter hour of dawn.
Like no approach he comes, like a tongue withdrawn.
No sense, no truth, no arms to hold on.
On a mission of mercy up over.
The newest light is mounting
up to correct the marks
left for another.



Try that.