so fixed
and predictable
I’ve become…
for your love
I broke—
shattered—
toiled under
unrelenting suns…
but my tired sky’s
mysteries have faded…
my dawn no longer
quickens your day
my twilight no longer
kindles your nights…
as daylight’s last breath
grows shallow—fades
it is clear…
my world
is not enough
to restore mystery…
when the desirous heart
yearns to roam
beneath chameleon skies…
Matthew – 2015
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Ooohhh this is my (or better said one of my) favorite pieces of Matt!!! Damn. He is a mastermind!! 🙂