*when does the sun seem too far
when a few steps and you could be there
yet you see it from the shadow of nightmare.
a few steps and you could be there,
but the sun is moving west
on you the shadows rest
gone is the hand of love and tender care.
your eyes why they gather dewy mist
you were left to be sunned in the east
but when shadows closed in, wind brought a chill,
couldn't shift you to west all your will.
you are stilled now in the sun's shadow zone
a burden to the ones you thought your own
moving at their will, living on alms of care
watching the sun's motion from wheelchair.*
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
*when does the sun seem too far
when a few steps and you could be there
yet you see it from the shadow of nightmare.
a few steps and you could be there,
but the sun is moving west
on you the shadows rest
gone is the hand of love and tender care.
your eyes why they gather dewy mist
you were left to be sunned in the east
but when shadows closed in, wind brought a chill,
couldn't shift you to west all your will.
you are stilled now in the sun's shadow zone
a burden to the ones you thought your own
moving at their will, living on alms of care
watching the sun's motion from wheelchair.*
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