Monday, August 4, 2008


Drip by drip
The vacuum fills
With even more nothing

You fall asleep
Dreaming of sea
It's ok if its not me

And in my dreams
The shadows crawl
But I no longer scream

Because I remember
The December
The moment that was mine

So fly away sparrow
I guess your time has come
And I can hear mine approaching

This is for a friend who is leaving for strange lands. All the best love.

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