Tuesday, 6 April 2010

I wait for you
Half dressed
In pretty
Black stockings
I wait for you
In the light
From the
Hall
I listen to
Your thoughts
To try to remember
Your hands
But like shadows
My memory is ever
Changing.
I come down from the
Mountain
To discover
Nature has changed
Yet its only been
One day
And so much has happened
I feel I have been awake
Forever
But its only been a day

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