crying division

Something I wrote last night while feeling all crummy and gloomy. We just got back from our strolling around Avenue of Stars, and watching the light show stuff. Beautiful, just plain beautiful. It's sad that it drew me to write something this dejected about Ann. But last night prodded me into thinking about how futile this really is. Knowing the truth is not the same as accepting it. And its a pretty big gulf in between the two.

crying division

the night waxes quickly
over their seasons

the stars shine dimly
beneath his reasons

the moonlight bares brightly
her good disposition

the darkness cries ghastly
as he gives up on division

9/11/2006
rgalang