Let the Wright One In

December 10, 2011
I can't easily decipher
I sit in my fog
and wonder.
And in your magic,
there lie the reflection
the key
that I had been searching
In your mystery,
lay the quiet twinkle
and glimmer
of a silent memory,
that huddled in the alcoves
of my melancholy mind.
And in your stories,
I discovered the
yellow brick road,
what I though was made
of asphalt,
but not.
They curled you
into the ground,
with a final lament.

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