Pale sun-ghost
In my laughing fog
Keep me safe
Let me cross the years

With little claws
I find her lips
In the sand storm

In borrowed robes
I dance on velvet stings
With the blind swans

In a bridal suite
The mask won’t fit
Yet in the street
It dissolves completely

Stars fall down
Their shine
In my eyes
– diamonds

Blood moon-phantom
In my drifting hope
Keep me safe
Let me touch the earth

Darren Thomas


~ by londonsurrealistgroup on June 12, 2006.

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