The Star-dialsA Poem by ClockworkMy Skin is a prism, your eyes are the prison, and this portrait shall be the sentenceSunbeams set the star-dials within my hands. From the streets came songs from the strays, Lost Diamonds strung upon the Milky Way. But love shall offer what angels attain. Under the mirror we sift through the symbols. Look to the branded bards to find your mark. Under the jaded arc a trapped lark shall sing- Sift through reflections to find a newborn king. There is a contour to the silhouette of love, The rings which we wed when the sun sleeps. The prisms are within my skin, I am the mirror, Searching for Nebulas to manifest the rays. © 2010 ClockworkFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on March 12, 2010 Last Updated on March 16, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorClockworkRust City, Keystone StateAboutDear Friend, Welcome to my small corner of the world. We have been headed toward each other for our entire lives. My name is Christian. I am here for you, please stay awhile. I’m a 29 ye.. more..Writing
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