Sunday, June 12, 2011

POETRY #1.















































I wish I could stare into your eyes,
Even for hours on end.
Like the sound of rain dropping from the skies,
For the course of my life is yet to wend.

I’d ask you a question,
But I am yet to begin,
For what we have now,
I would hope for it to not grow thin.

Like the eyes of a spirit,
With the soul of perfection,
I have lost all direction.

I wish I could tell you,
But I am too afraid.
If I was capable to continue,
I’d let you parade through,
Until the night finished it’s constant dark blue.

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