Monday, November 10, 2008
Coldness came from the clear.
Beyond the clouds sight of ear.
Playing songs to fill my head.
Raptured hearts full of dread.
Follow beyond the gifted plains.
Into dark shadows, beyond the sane.
Capture the moment of eternal flight.
My soul, your heart, a bitter fight.
Gone from the present story of tomorrow.
I'll meet you there, with a tear of sorrow.
copyright 1994 POEWHIT