Anniversary In Minor
Ben Stivers
2/15/07
Anniversary In Minor
On the air tonight, my voice
Is a bird that cannot sing
Or carry out the phrase.
Turning the sky from night into day.
All I said was,
"Here is the key I am not."
I stood against a fire
And felt the warmth build to
An inevitable letdown of
An empty tune carried by a song.
All I said was,
"You are the sea I am draught."
My hands have laced this frame a hundred times.
Maybe I lack the understanding.
These arms have already died.
All I said was,
"You are the dawn I am dusk."
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