Friday, November 04, 2005

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In somnambulism or drunk on dreams
I walked towards the moon, away from you
To gather the glowing moon in my hands
To pluck it from the expansive blue
Lost in the murkiness of my beautiful dreams
I still long for you

1 Comments:

Blogger Φ said...

Having heard the yearning spell
I slid inside these eyes
to enter a pristine dream
bury me there and hold me tight, inside this dark hollow warp
of amorous destiny where
longings of seperation
seize to exist....


wow good to see you back..xcellent posts last three..

~Au revoir

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