Friday, August 18, 2006


Why are the days so short?

The nights so lonely?

An aching heart

A lonely soul

Chasms between

Hollow inside

Waves crashing against

The heart

Winds carrying

A scent of melancholy

Ears sense some mellow music

Why are the eyes so moist?

They well up at a name

Heart, mind

Mere mortality

My conscience craves

Footsteps of the past

Hinder footsteps asunder

Dig deep & find intent

Purpose flawed or flawless fraudulence?

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