far away
four dimensions away
barely a picture to recall
but in this breeze I build a dream
it gently passes over me
and makes of hope a memory
and coaxes me to fall
it suddenly occurs to me
you've slipped into the songs I sing
the object of my wanderings
I want you more than anything.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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1 comment:
sense, methinks.
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