Thursday, November 20, 2008

around me...

You cupped my face
And told me;
If I ever felt lost
I should only look
And I’ll surely find you...

You would be
The soft breeze
That gently ruffles my trousers
And yet still
The harsh wind
That lashes at my face
You said you’d be
The morning rain
That the grasses love
And still the ghostly storm
That tears down trees

You told me
You’d always be there
As the sunlight on my skin
And the darkness to my eyes
You told me again and again that
You’d always be here

But now
That the air stands still
And the yellow sun
Is chained behind clouds
I realize how much of me you took with you

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