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my words came like a suicide
and washed out
like stillborn memories on the tide
and i wept for you
as I bled inside

i climbed a wall and looked for you
and in that moment the wind blew
and i was blind for a day
through sand and tears
i saw stray images of nothing

I threw your name at the wind
and I scattered your petals to the north
carried by weight of dreams
lighter than air, deeper than hell
and they echoed not

i stood in the desert in high places
and shouted your name
and the clouds burst with rain
and blooming with all manner of life
but i did not find you

my darling
i have searched
through green hills and waste
and still you fade into the day like a dream
leaving me with dying fires
dull embers
and ash.


© 2007, heath houston