And when I die
When I die on a star filled night, the last one I will see, I will close my eyes for ever and the sad tides of an ocean I will 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 and dust will gather inside the empty glass with which I toasted my dreams and celebrated my past... In summer afternoons, like this one today, it will still softly rain so that... Sign in to see full entry.