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 May 2015 avalon
Chris
I'll Wait
 May 2015 avalon
Chris
I'll wait for you forever
till stars forget to shine,
and oceans become puddles,
words no longer rhyme

Till deserts turn to gardens
where flowers go to bloom,
the grass is red, the skies are green,
the dawn brings out the moon

Till rain is something very dry
and butterflies drive trucks,
when every pond is chocolate sauce
with candy coated ducks

Till basements have a penthouse view
with windows three floors high
and stairways are a place to swim
no matter how you fly

Till mountains are a level path
that you will go to walk
and silence now becomes a way
for every one to talk

Till everything we've ever known
is gone and disappeared
The world does end, there's nothing more
just like we always feared

Till broken hearts are happy,
tears a welcome site
Night comes at the break of day
and daytime looks like night

I'll wait for you forever
until the end of time
It matters not how long it takes
if I can call you mine
I never relied on the eyes only cried on the shoulders of strangers and a heart only ever takes so much then it breaks and it all falls apart from one single... touch and it's gone, that infinite omen that seeks its own fortune among the wreck of a nation.
One minute to last us a lifetime and one more to build me a fortress, it's a mess in the mind when you can't even find your own thoughts you relied on but the eyes only cry on,
ask Noah or Jonah who drown in the flow of the mountains that melt into streams, ask the generals who fell through the wars that they fought through and ask them who knows, but the answers we look for on the pages of papers escape us.

I am angry at me at what I cannot see at what I do not knit into the futures that sit in the laps.. and at the gods up there, I swear I could nail them all to the cross when I'm cross with myself.

When I sink and I will, when I fill up the bathtub,
When push comes to pull and the bathtub's quite full and the eyes do not cry any more,
the last touch of a madness like the last drops of rain only fall when the evening sweeps the daylight away.
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