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Morning lost,
and I think the entire universe is alone
If not by your arms,
if not by your words,
then hold me by your sight
for long and forever,
and yes, for just a moment longer
Tell me, what good are these dreams,
when they are made of glass
and the eyes that seek them, made of stone?
What if you couldn’t see the morning’s grey,
and what if I ceased to exist?
Nothing dies forever, death is just another moment
when souls depart their broken skin
and levitate towards the unseen.
So don’t let me carry your tears in my hands
because I know they drowned a long time ago
in sorrows of someone else's eyes.
But tell me of that face
that hides behind the surface of nostalgia
that I worship and long to see.
Or perhaps my deeds are far too intense
for you to devour a moment of happiness?
So let me bid thee adieu now
for incomplete verse is worth far more
than story that has reached its end.

12-Nov-2006