Thursday, June 24, 2010

long time. no. c.

Premonitions of lost things,
Of places I've never been,
I'm looking for my thoughts,
in the wishing well.
I threw them away,
And wished for something else that day.
Laughter to a joke unheard.
Whispers in deaf ears.
Searching for my wishes in my thoughts.
The earth is looming,
The heaven's dooming.
Searching, turning, flying, falling.
Holding hands with yesterday,
Kissing sunrise dawning.
Its lonely at the bottom of the well,
Come visit me if you find a way,
I'll wait for you here today,
But tomorrow you'll have to find another way.


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