Treasure Island

Autumn Winds

(July 22 1993 / Sanfrancisco, California)

Precious Things


All the things I thought would last

Disintegrate before my eyes

All fairy tales believed

Wither at the seams

And when the ash has fallen down

And been scattered by the wind

I'm left with all the broken things

I thought would heal again

Everything I thought I had

I'd keep forevermore

But childish fantises hid the truth

I was locked out side the door

But hidden in my silent thoughts

Was where denial was

Because, missing in time

Was a precious thing of mine

Submitted: Tuesday, January 01, 2013

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