Sunday, May 14, 2006

My paradise is lonley

the memories of you echo inside these dense blank walls
your form could be chiseled the mist
I sit here in this twisted reality of cobblestone streets
a different essence fills the air
it makes me a little scared
I hesitate with intense desire
moving so slowly, no one will see my fire
and how I have desired
how you make me one with the fire on the break
smoke signals in the wake
through the fabrics and textures surreal
flowers blooming in each door
but still these wall bare my soul
for this place here is not my home
although I dwell aqui
I still long to be with thee


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