Saturday, June 6, 2009
When its my time to go
W hen its my time to go, on a star filled night I will never see, I will close my eyes for ever and the sad tides of an ocean I can no longer feel will come in and out without kissing me. Others will sing what I sang when the clouds ran dressed in soft pastels to meet the setting sun, and I kissed eager lips just for fun Dust will gather inside the empty glass with which I toasted my dreams and celebrated my past... when its my time to go, and in spring afternoons, like this one today, it will...
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