Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 28, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10pm thursday 7-28-05

warm skin trapped in bandages. color fading. unopened envelope containing a promise kept. slowly becoming broken as it waits to be discovered. should it ever be.

chiming dreams that ring out into reality. syncopated blood which dances gracefully though miles breach the silent contract between expectant hearts.

an itch gone unscratched. lingering soft, yet persistant just below the surface. faded as it is, still every impulse tells you to notice. to reach out and touch what wants you to more than you ever knew anything could.

no fear befalls me now as in my armor i feel so secure. but armor pierces given a sharp enough sword.

happiness is not to be sought. not to be hunted like an animal. it is to be left to run free. allowed entrance should it seek our company. but always afforded an easy exit when restlessness tugs on its leash.

it's not to be tamed. not to be kept. only welcomed when it arrives. and longed after when it has strayed.