April 19, 2006

The comfort of words

Within the bars of time
The walls that box in moments
The stereotypes that blind vision
Foolishness is the guide
And passion is the adrenalin of gods
Who believe in days beyond time

This is the hour of truth
The final dance between moon and sun
And I am the only one here
Only witness to the silence of night
Around me the sleeping bodies lie
In a state of bliss I too must turn to
But not right now

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