Once Upon a Time

May 25, 2009 at 1:12 pm · Filed under Poems and tagged: stories for stories

She is on one tower, I another,

While he is buried in the ground.

By a backward glance, my mirrored reflection,

Is afraid to look down.

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What a precipitous drop,

Without hands to catch me

I’ll sink into the soil

Where he’s irretrievably bound.

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He was destined there, perhaps so was she

To be distant and imperious on her throne.

While my tower crumbles, he slumbers

And she looks on, letting me alone.

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I have tried, many times now,

To breach the distances between us

Between heaven and earth I reached.

Between open windows, I leant out with arms,

But my calls were carried away like dust.

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I hope climbing my ramparts is a delicate flower

That will strengthen the foundations of my tower.

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Perhaps her walls will crumble

And Heaven will sink to meet me

While the stones tumble

And the earth will eat the buried body.

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