"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing



Thursday, March 31, 2011

Martyr

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The leaves burned with holy fire.

We smoldered like saints ascending.

Your dark eyes shamed them all

that day, so long back then.

I'm still trying to touch fire

and be saved,

but it was someone else

that broke your heart.





                        -Brent Allard

2 comments:

  1. Love everything, especially 'your dark eyes shamed them all.' Wow!

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