The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Friday, June 25, 2010

The Sound Like Thunder


As for you.
I gave you a present.
I wish I hadn't.
You'll never read this.
You forgot I was here.

Waiting in the dark.
For the sound like thunder.

But I'm still here.
Like a jack-in-the-box.
The box is red. With gold trim.
collecting dust.
The grey light of dawn.
never arriving.

Waiting in the dark.
For the sound like thunder

I can see it beating.
when I breath in.
So I know its not stone.
But I wouldn't have known.
Guessing, not thought of.

Waiting in the dark.
For the sound like thunder.

Troubled, sore, tired, cold,
Bitten, bashed, scratched, bruised.
Very angry.
Very patient.
Unsmiling in my box, red, trimmed in gold.
It makes all the difference in the world.

The sound,
Like thunder
Like thunder
Like thunder.

Here it goes.
Just in time.


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