Thursday, July 22

Others

Feathers close and evening light
Sun and moon and stars collide
Another cloud is blown like dust
They never saw the face of us

Heaven sent and freezing cold
Others wait for us below
We can walk a darker road
Easier for heavy loads

Others whispering your name
Up through footsteps into your brain
Last ordained and first to leave
Others keep their grip on me

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

spooky, cool.

July 22, 2004 8:08 pm  

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