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This morning I was just me - Detached from the past, estranged from time I chased emptiness down the streets Like a lost soul searching something divine People walked past, people pushed by I felt like a complete non-entity Until you stopped, loooked at me in the eye And stole away the last bit of sanity I sat next to you, the sun going down, Enveloped in the shadowy gown. The shadows growing longer, Your eyes shining brighter, The moonight reflected in them as clearly as in a silent pool. You smile, you turn away, you laugh. I can see you shaking with mirth The straight line of your back bent forward In your hands a spell that captured beauty, captured moments And you went back to them, with you me - revelling in nature. The wind shifting spikes of your hair There is something magical the way your sad eyes move They seek peace, they seek love, they seek finesse. I stutter, I stumble, I might not be any of these. But I know I would always understand. I would be there. If not with you, somewhere; still understanding. The stars are up now, my hope is bright If not forever, let it be for tonight.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 5:26 AM UTC
Let it be for Tonight
This morning I was just me - Detached from the past, estranged from time I chased emptiness down the streets Like a lost soul searching something divine People walked past, people pushed by I felt like a complete non-entity Until you stopped, loooked at me in the eye And stole away the last bit of sanity I sat next to you, the sun going down, Enveloped in the shadowy gown. The shadows growing longer, Your eyes shining brighter, The moonight reflected in them as clearly as in a silent pool. You smile, you turn away, you laugh. I can see you shaking with mirth The straight line of your back bent forward In your hands a spell that captured beauty, captured moments And you went back to them, with you me - revelling in nature. The wind shifting spikes of your hair There is something magical the way your sad eyes move They seek peace, they seek love, they seek finesse. I stutter, I stumble, I might not be any of these. But I know I would always understand. I would be there. If not with you, somewhere; still understanding. The stars are up now, my hope is bright If not forever, let it be for tonight.
clare
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clare
Indian
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 5:26 AM UTC
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