Sunday, February 8, 2009

49. Message To Icarus On The Water

Hug is such
an ugly word for such
a simple pleasure.

As I would save you,
my hug gently placing you
on the land where you
would create futures of children.

Our flights are separate
and part of the whole.

Alone together,
Living in this forth dimension of years,
you, me,
two thousand five hundred years.
A pittance of tears between us.

A father who causes the
death of his son.

Living with the death ache.

"Save me father!"

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