(Castiel at the brink of falling, and thinking of Dean)
some foreign shores yield answers:
spaces of absence
conversations held in confidence
the conch held to an ear echoes a vastness
both full and yawning, the one-sided trade
of the voice one longs to hear
the empty heart listening to the beating.
but the truth is i no longer know who it is
that waits on the distant sands
and holds cupped to an ear
a mouth always reassuring. perhaps you
are capable of remembering what it is
that i said, or have you always known
the sea prostrate at your feet?
April 12 2011, 05:37:25 UTC 1 year ago
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April 13 2011, 18:43:59 UTC 1 year ago
but the truth is i no longer know who it is
that waits on the distant sands
and holds cupped to an ear
a mouth always reassuring.
Absolutely wonderful.
April 14 2011, 07:48:41 UTC 1 year ago