Thursday, August 03, 2006

take me away
to the place
to the day

to the throne
on which born
you awol'd

never to return
spurn'g all which
was your start/finish

let's wish
in unison

& return to where
we begun

a street on a corner
brick slums
to the sky

there, stand'g
you and I

among the "we's"

we too can
invent
dynasties of our own

upon ancestral thrones
honed out of the dust
of our love

for love we must
atop linens
of rust

& the remnants
of a trust

long forgotten

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