Thursday 19 June 2008

As the river runs

I'm the last one home,
Chasing tails across the lake,
Time to reflect on past decisions and
lost love,
promises kept and broken.

Old friends sleep tight
by the embers,
these moments will last
forever,
like stories that never grow old.

Running alone
lost in the wires,
- but the world is ours to explore.
autumn leaves and
broken rainbows,
the cycle of life.

Memories of you
make me shiver,
when the night isn't cold
warm hands warm heart,
The saddest of all.

D, March 2007

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