Friday, August 7, 2009

pale at last before the spreading curve of growing sun
slicing away finely the edges of night

I feel for the mournful dawn of youth
(the young LOVE the night LOVE its cover

LOVE its release) when they will awaken
naked like all before at one time or another

and know the seductive power of memory
pale at last before the first tip glowing over the water--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

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