Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The Waking Hours

Sitting pensivley she gazes at the seed
Waiting for her flower of love to bloom
All alone as the winds give wings
The night is crowned bt the gemstone moon

To wait his while he dips his feather
Into the ink of tears he shed
A loner in shackles and a slumber called life
A time of silence in the wormhole he led

The waking hours and the glorious days
Over the bridge and under the veil
Sip the malt and light the coals
Enclose me in your timeless shoal

Lift me on your ship and fly
Draw me in your eyes and cry
Kiss me in your dreams and feel
This endless love that i cant heal

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