Sunday, July 13, 2014

Somewhere

Beneath my eyelids,
betwixt my dreams,
somewhere you are lost
standing there.

By the fuel of desire,
and the smoke of its pyre,
somewhere you are lost,
and I am standing there.

Mournful eyes keep stuttering,
a melody of the melancholy heart.

In the wisps of my thoughts,
entwined around your soul,
Somewhere we are lost,
Standing there.

You play, I play,
we keep playing our parts.

A never ending story,
told in fits and starts.

Far from my sight,
you find flight.
Somewhere you are lost,
and I am standing there,

waiting for you to come home. 

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