Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Old Wastes of Time III
filled with reflections you will not be alone
watched there from up on high
the three eyes see as five
slide on by....
far above owned far beyond
unmagnificent
a realm of shattered sound fixed the coming night
to stalemate
the pains of departure
your crescent moon lights a crooked path
betrayed the easy way out
a crisp breeze blows through the dead dragging leaves
from those spying eyes
letting you go
freedom began as a single solitary wish
ended with a smirk
the starlight flickers
fixed to destroy
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