Saturday, March 5, 2011

long into the night
dark into the dream
 we strayed from what was right
to smooth out our seam

rising to the surface
in the glow the sun has set
where nothing can touch us
in a hope that none forget

whispering those desires
into echoing pools
as affection perspires
we still have all the tools

the soft footsteps 
tread off to-who-knows-where
your love, i have kept
i will save it for you there.  

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