Tuesday, June 27, 2006



Tell me you are not blind
To the forgetfulness in your own eyes,
To the guite fading of another's face;
Late at night like stars I would dazzle you
But now I am just the outlines
Of someone you used to know;

You notice my photograph
Colours fading in the yielding sun,
And it all seems so fanciful and far away
Are you afraid to look into the sanguine eyes
That blame you
For the passing of time's tenderness.

You turn out the light,
Waiting for the luminous shapes to fade away
And like then do I sparkle then guitly float
Out of tomonow's dreams,
Into the open plains
of after-love peace.


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