12-02-2003, 03:03 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Tilted
Location: Lost in the pages of a book full of death
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Nightscape
Nightscape
How quickly one forgets the stars Passing years replace the innocence Of lying, staring up at nothing Weeping, only moon bears witness. She cared not then and cares not now Cold companion to my stillness Barren heart, no longer loves Nor does she, princess of ice. Far am I from those days When luxury I had for staring At the stars, and caring not I live or die, it mattered little. Will I lay again on that same porch-step Clad in sparkling frost Wishing that the end come sooner Fall asleep, under the moon. |
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