I will be silent.
the night
guards the treasures.
…moonlight bleeds,
marking the map
for the day to follow.
silence,
makes the air too heavy to breathe
and disassemble birds
part by part.
I can be silent about it, but
I must
collect all the body parts,
all the feathers,
all dust,
…ashes
from the burnout fire.
I can be silent
about falling stars, but
I cannot forget the light
c: Nina K Orlovskaya 7/15/2012
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