Saturday, October 18, 2008

Fragile

What fragile stands of bones are we?
Burned bright in life’s pale flame
Until the final dark abyss.

What fragile stands of bones are we?
To linger on this earth but brief
And then a final gentle breath.

What fragile stands of bones are we?
Restless on the marbled floor
Before the last enchanted dance.

The chains of days are memories,
Uncoupled at the end.
Leaving links of life divine
Swinging from a living hand.

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