I close my eyes and wish I were anywhere else,
but I am still here, still waiting endlessly -
my hair is a little longer and my eyes black,
and yet - I look like someone else looking back at me,
my heart beats a little truer, whispering those dreams,
in which you hold me all night, in which you never give me up,
and I smile, as if the sun has just broken over the ridge,
rays scatter from my face, from my own light,
for I have remembered how to shine,
though I still linger in the shadows, though I am still at home
in the night, and I bid my time. One day, my love will freely flow,
and I will not be able to hide any longer.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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2 comments:
great.
Thank you.
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