I can't imagine love
unless it is cast in the image of you.
Graven images of joy
and peace, telling me all that is true.
But you
have slipped into the grey.
And you
have nothing left to say.
And you
won't be coming back again.
And I
have forgotten what it was like when...
I can't imagine love.
I have lost my way, and all I can say
is that you are deity to me
after a long night, watching blackness melt away.
But you
have slipped into the grey.
And you
have nothing left to say.
And you
won't be coming back again.
And I
must live in violent silence 'til the end.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
lyric: into the grey
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Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
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We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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