Wednesday, December 27, 2006

i'm ready

what memories are on my pillow
wrapping me and binding me
i once thought it quite enough
lie and listen to the clouds tossing
breaking day into its many pieces
in the darkness i can fly
i can soar above the tangles
a mute angel done with earth
and in the black my blinded face
can feel the water of the night
smell the past wearing old haunts
what a conversation we can have
cause i'm ready


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