Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Hold on to the light - from "Northwest Passage," pilot episode

High like a nightmare,
there are things about me
I still can't believe
and you,
a different thought, anguished.

I wanted to get better but
it wasn't making any sense,
pulled into any alibi,
the fades of levelling fault.

I knew you'd hate this, a calm
kind of dying I had to see
from the inside.

It's okay to hold on
to the light, so urgent
in its last time.
It's not your fault
this is so desperate,
yielding to the kiss of distance.

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