"A million bleeding hearts, composing prose in blood, to live and die a thousand times" --Sole
Wednesday, May 08, 2002
Wish You Were Here
I once threw out a half-whispered wish,
Flung it out into the depths of an abyss
It floated there for awhile, on gossamer wings,
Borne up by hope and sunshiny things
And as i watched, there came a silver cloud
-it looked so very innocent at first-
That wrapped around the wings, a silver shroud
And then the veil caused those frail wings to burst
And as I watched my wish plummet down
I noticed that there were other wishes too
Made by others, falling, not my own
More than one made me think of you
And wonder whether somewhere in the somnolent dark,
The pieces of our splintered wishes met--
Before your dream, and my half-muttered soliloquy,
Shattered on the rocks of reality.
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