The light of the crescent moon,
as it shines down on me
through everything i am
everything i was
and everything i will ever be.
Through my clothes
and through my being
It illuminates me.
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Sunday, 4 November 2007
Thursday, 1 November 2007
'fantasia'
A constant motion
encrypted in change
as tomorrow becomes today
and i have a new name
Pushing the restart button
I fall asleep,
not wanting to wake up in my bed.
Flashes of distant lands
dance beneath closed lids,
as I dream of Fantasia.
To be all alone, lost
in the middle of nowhere
Listening to the wild speak my name.
Drowning in the wilderness
as nature reclaims one of it's own.
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2014
encrypted in change
as tomorrow becomes today
and i have a new name
Pushing the restart button
I fall asleep,
not wanting to wake up in my bed.
Flashes of distant lands
dance beneath closed lids,
as I dream of Fantasia.
To be all alone, lost
in the middle of nowhere
Listening to the wild speak my name.
Drowning in the wilderness
as nature reclaims one of it's own.
301007
2014
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