Some kind of music calls me;
Recalls me, to your side;
Some primal airborne reverie
Fresh out of space and time.
Some mostly memorable note
That reminds of something far;
Much farther than a memory;
Fast-fading as a star.
Past daybreaks blurry edge,
I know it will not beckon-
Time counts not it's loss, the same
As beating hearts would reckon.
Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
Some kind of music calls me;
Recalls me, to your side;
Some primal airborne reverie
Fresh out of space and time.
Some mostly memorable note
That reminds of something far;
Much farther than a memory;
Fast-fading as a star.
Past daybreaks blurry edge,
I know it will not beckon-
Time counts not it's loss, the same
As beating hearts would reckon.
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