Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Old Poetry That Just Depressed Me Now

LIGHT unreflected by your face will still reach my eyes, but it cannot bring color to my life.

Air that does not carry your scent may fill my lungs, but I still grasp for breath.

No taste brings me pleasure.

No note awakens my ear,

and the warmth of human touch will ever fail to thaw my heart,

untill that sweet day,

lifetimes away,

that I will again touch you

hear you

kiss you

breathe you

and watch

as your ice-blue eyes once again force light into my life.

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