Friday, October 21, 2005

currents and tides

You are becoming a distant memory
the past, which I want to precede me
is slowly drifting behind me now
your moving slowly further away
day by day I stray
checking flights
tickets are part of the dream
a requiem it may seem
to you I am a delinquent thing
to me your smell and memory
are the treasures you left behind
cuz money it seems
may not be enough
for our time to combine
it will take a more creative design
can you bath me in your sweet wine
drench me with your sign
I love you, your mine

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