The new sun comes by the hour,
but it's rays show me no mercy,
no rest; the eternal shower
above my head all but takes me.
It drives one to shadows so cold,
so dark, sleep is the only out.
My heart dealt, but you called the fold,
my eyes tell stories as they shout.
This familiar place is home,
sadness is always there for me.
The only constant as I roam,
from heart to heart, in search of glee.
Pleasures of the flesh, first intent,
but I learned to crave something more.
All our plans arose from the scent,
as we returned to thought before,
the place we were, where months ago,
delectation first joined our wants.
Instead, found what's cast by the bow,
but turned away; of me it haunts.
Jun 8, 2011
Jun 8, 2011 at 11:30 AM UTC
The new sun comes by the hour,
but it's rays show me no mercy,
no rest; the eternal shower
above my head all but takes me.
It drives one to shadows so cold,
so dark, sleep is the only out.
My heart dealt, but you called the fold,
my eyes tell stories as they shout.
This familiar place is home,
sadness is always there for me.
The only constant as I roam,
from heart to heart, in search of glee.
Pleasures of the flesh, first intent,
but I learned to crave something more.
All our plans arose from the scent,
as we returned to thought before,
the place we were, where months ago,
delectation first joined our wants.
Instead, found what's cast by the bow,
but turned away; of me it haunts.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
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