My lips are dry as tears stream down my face
I appear to walk upright only by my own projected mirage,
As I crawlingly scrape through my lamp lit desolation
This void it feels, even while I cannot. Sleep,
Rest this restlessness upon yesterday’s shelf
Tear down these clouds and wipe my eyes;
Such cotton wisps of gentler days
When I knew the wind carried no ill towards me
I once saw the moon smile at me
I once smiled back
- j.g.smith (05/13/08)
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