Will we be the
same
in body and mind
when the sun lifts
its head
to prepare for the
grind of the
day to day
normality
we fear the mortality
that we face on
those days
that are dismal
and grey
but you pull me
in close
and I can’t help
but smile
because it might be
awhile, but I know
you’ll be there
to breathe in the dark
and to catch all the
sparks that ignite
between palms
attacking in
swarms
your eyes are
my guide
to those places
of peace
I’m finally at
ease with
the now and the
then and
the possible “when”
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 8:00 PM UTC
Will we be the
same
in body and mind
when the sun lifts
its head
to prepare for the
grind of the
day to day
normality
we fear the mortality
that we face on
those days
that are dismal
and grey
but you pull me
in close
and I can’t help
but smile
because it might be
awhile, but I know
you’ll be there
to breathe in the dark
and to catch all the
sparks that ignite
between palms
attacking in
swarms
your eyes are
my guide
to those places
of peace
I’m finally at
ease with
the now and the
then and
the possible “when”
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