There is a past
when the future
was known to me.
I had a dream.
I said,
I have a dream;
she looks
with a sad smile
knowing of the parting;
I watch beauty
and call it love;
life is a night sky
with her eyes
my guiding stars.
I say,
I had a dream;
she looked
with a sad smile
knowing of the parting;
I know;
her eyes like stars
hide behind dark clouds,
life is a stormy sky
with none to guide;
I watch beauty
and still call it love.
I have no dream.
There is a future
when the past
is all that I know.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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