Thursday, November 24, 2005

the bones of my buried past
are coming back tonight
and in the lake i wait,
still in the rapid waves
i am drunk with their love,
but dying again the way they hurt me,
the shadows are closing in,
and the tears that i know will fall,
rain into a pool cupped hands of mine,
i cannot help but not notice
and for a moment i die again
for each one of them
but i can't just forget, or rest
or be settled,
i will die, die, die, die, and be reborn each time
who will shelter me from the storm,
who will give me the love
and who will show me the way to thier heart?


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