Saturday, February 12, 2011

Yellow

Yellow (Strength reversed)

Pissed away into false happiness and absent courage
The heart shirks, and wishes to be mild, smiling and to “have a nice day”
Present company intended.
One day you will wake up, your hand stained yellow
Your delicate doilies and dresses decaying
Gulped under the blindness that was near-white,
Too weak to be a constant candle.
So that yellow flame, then gold
Must turn to night’s dust.

2/12/11

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